Page 41 of At Your Mercy
My brows rose, and I tsked. As he went to open his mouth again, I brought my free hand down hard on his left ass cheek, rippling the smooth skin there and leaving a red handprint.
Ro yelped, and his eyes went wide. “W-wha—”
“You gave me control, Ronan. You don’t get to make bratty little demands like that. I’m in charge here, and I won’t put up with any attitude, got it?” He nodded meekly, his cock jerking atmy tone. I smirked at that, then continued, “Good. Now beg me to fuck you, babydoll. Beg for me to ruin you.”
Ro squirmed underneath me, sweat on his brow. He licked his lips and looked up at me through his long eyelashes. Just a little louder than a whisper, he said, “Please fuck me, Wes. Ruin me. Please.” Letting go of his legs but keeping them in the air, his hands moved to grasp his cheeks, pulling them apart to spread his hole lewdly. “Please, Wes.Fuck me.”
I growled, overcome by his beautiful submission, then lined myself up with his hole, rubbing the head of my cock against the sensitive rim.
We kept eye contact as I slowly breached him, my dick throbbing from the squeezing pressure around it. As I pushed past his prostate, he moaned loudly and wrapped his legs around my back.
“More,” he whined, his hands flying to his sides to fist the sheets.
“Yeah?” I panted, my teeth clenched from the tightness of his channel.
He cried, “Yeah! Yes! Please! Fuck me hard!”
A shudder racked my body, and I prayed that I could hold on long enough to give him the rough dicking he was begging for. His hole felt like warm velvet around my cock, and I’d never felt anything like it before with past partners.
I steeled myself, then slammed in to the hilt, shoving the last few inches of my length in all in one go. Ro’s head fell back as his mouth opened in a silent scream.
I shifted my hips back, my ass clenching as I pulled almost all the way out, then thrust the entirety of my eight thick inches back in.
“Wes!” Ro shouted, his heels digging into my back.
I leaned down a bit as I continued thrusting and wrapped a hand around his throat, feeling the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.
I tightened my fingers, almost coming when Ro’s tongue rolled out of his mouth in response to being choked.
My side ached, but the sting of the cut only fueled my need.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I grunted, pounding in and out of his tight ass.
When I loosened my grip to allow him some air and time to say the safeword if needed, he rasped, “Choke me harder.Please. So good. So good.”
His plea hit me like a gut punch, wrenching a long, low moan from deep in my chest. My fingers tightened again around his throat, hard enough that on my next thrust in, his body went still and his hole suddenly clamped down, his cock sending spurts of cum shooting onto his chest and upper abdomen.
My vision whited out as he milked my orgasm from me. I released his throat and pumped into him a few final times, riding out the waves of pleasure.
When the pleasure began to shift closer to overstimulation, I reluctantly pulled out and took the condom off, tying it off above my release.
Still catching my breath, I collapsed onto my back on the bed and pulled Ro closer until he was lying halfway on top of me. He shut his eyes and rested against my chest, breathing heavily as well.
My arm wrapped around his back, and I held him. After a few minutes of neither of us speaking or moving, I nudged the top of his head with my chin and softly asked, “You okay? Do you need anything right now?”
Ro’s eyes remained shut, but he hummed contentedly into my skin. “I’m okay. Just want to stay like this for a while.”
I stroked his back, basking in his warmth and the weight of his body on mine. “Anything you want, doll.”
Ro made a rumbling sound reminiscent of a cat’s purr. “Mhm.”
Guess I needed to kill Elias now.
11
Ronan
I woke to the weight of an arm slung heavy across my chest. For a second, I didn’t recognize the smell—clean linen, faint cologne that wasn’t mine. The sheets weren’t mine either. My stomach flipped when I realized where I was.
