Page 33 of The Price of Mercy
How can I relax when every part of my body is on fire?
Grunting, Sam dips his shoulder and slips two fingers inside my heat. “I’ll get her to relax if you’d slow the fuck down.”
“I need you to speed the fuckup,” Kane growls, removing his finger. “Or I’m gonna—” Something wet and warm slides between my cheeks. “—come too soon.”
“Ah!” I clench my eyes shut.Holy shit, Kane’s licking my asshole, and he’s not the least bit shy about it. It feels… different.I can’t dwell on the sensation for too long because Sam thumbs my clit while pushing his fingers in and out of my pussy, dragging his knuckles against my walls, stroking me deeper than ever before. “Sam!”
With a groan, Sam slams his mouth over mine. “You’re so fucking wet, Mercy. Dripping down my wrist.” All at once, he pulls his hand free and holds it up in front of our faces. Something glistens on his fingers and strings two of them together. “Beautiful.” He sucks his index finger into his mouth and groans again, his eyes sliding shut. “Delicious.”
Ohmygod, why is that so hot?
“You try.” Sam presses his middle finger against my lips. “Open up, baby.”
I obey without hesitation, and Sam slides his middle finger into my mouth. It glides over my tongue, just as wet as promised, and I suck my desire from his knuckles. Tangy and erotic, making me burn even hotter.
He pulls his finger from my mouth with apopand descends, licking into my mouth at the same moment he shoves his fingers back inside my pussy. I gush around him, hearing the wet sounds our bodies make, and whine with need.
Then Kane slips his finger into my ass.
I come in an explosion of heat, radiating from my core throughout my entire body. It sparks like embers across my skin, and I clamp down on both men’s fingers, unable to stop myself.
Kane hisses, and something warm stripes my ankles.
“Dude,” Sam huffs, “fucking aim that thing.”
“Sorry,” Kane chuckles, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “Guess you get to enjoy my cum, too. Lucky you.” After a beat, he practically purrs. “Looks like you’ve still got a round in the chamber, Sam. What do you want to do with it?”
Sam bites his lip as he continues playing with my clit. “Will you swallow it for me, baby?”
I tremble as aftershocks of pleasure weaken my knees. “Yes,” I answer, feeding off the raw need in his eyes.
“Good girl.” Helping me down, Sam lowers me onto Kane’s awaiting lap.
Grinning, Kane eagerly pulls my hair back and bands his arm around my waist. “So fucking hot—” My pussy slides over Kane’s dick, and he curses under his breath.
Stroking his cock in front of my face, Sam glares at Kane. “Put it in, and I kill you.”
“Why, because it’syours?” Snickering, Kane nibbles on my earlobe. “Tell him that he doesn’t own your pussy, Siren.”
“Well—” Staring up at Sam, I grab the base of his cock and tease the tip with my tongue. Precum leaks onto my lips, and I lick it clean. It’s saltier than I imagined. “He does.”
With a slow thrust, Sam slides his cock into my mouth. “That’s right,” he groans, sliding his fingers into my hair. “Your pussy ismine.Your mouth ismine.” Guiding me over his length, he buries himself as deep as he can and hits the back of my throat. His cock throbs and he moans as I suck, eager to please him, eager for his?—
Hot liquid shoots into my mouth as he comes, each pulse of his cock sending another wave. I’m not ready, not even sure how to be ready, so I swallow without rhythm, struggling around the swollen appendage in my mouth. When he finally pulls his dick free, I gasp for air.
Kane’s cock presses against my pussy. “Are you sure about that?” His teeth scrape against my cheek as he grins. “Because her pussy feels like it’s mine, too.” He rolls his hips, dragging his length through my slick folds, and laughs wickedly as I tremble in his arms. “See? She likes my cock just as much as yours.”
I can’t protest without it sounding fake, because that’s what it would be—a lie. I shake my head, though, and try to pull myself free. “We made an agreement?—”
The tip of Kane’s cock presses against my clit. “I never heard about it.” Grabbing my hips, he thrusts, dragging the ridge of his cockhead over my throbbing clit. “Guess that means it doesn’t apply to me.”
Pleasure zings through my clit, making me cry out. “Kane!”
He groans. “I love my name on your lips. Say it again.”
“No way—” Grabbing onto Sam’s forearms, I pull myself up onto my knees. “Sam, help me up—” And get smacked with his dick. It presses against my cheek, just as hard as it was when it was in my mouth.
From the pained expression on Sam’s face, I can tell that he’s conflicted about it.
