Page 43 of The Price of Mercy
Fucking hell, that’s hot. I groan as her tongue slips between my lips and she takes control, devouring me before I have a chance to devour her. Rocking my hips, I thrust into the cradle of her thighs. Electricity sparks in my fingertips and shoots down my spine as she thrusts back, matching my strength with her enthusiasm.
She’s as tired of waiting as I am.
Tearing off our clothes becomes a matter of life or death. I rip her top down the middle and latch onto her breast the second it’s free, greedily sucking her nipple into my mouth. She makes the prettiest sound as she winds her fingers in my hair.
“Sam!”
Fuck yes.
I yank the scraps of fabric down her arms and flip her onto her back so that I can drag her leggings down her thighs. Within seconds, she’s completely naked. I toss her clothes in Kane’s direction without watching where they land. Let the fucker sniff her panties as a consolation prize, becauseI’mthe one feasting. Sliding between her thighs, I bury my face in her pussy. She squeals and kicks her heels, so I grab her ass and haul her against my mouth to keep her still. Grunting, I shove my tongue inside her molten core and drink her desire.
She’s even wetter than when I ate her out at the restaurant.
“I need you,” she whines, kicking her heels. “Sam!”
With one last kiss to her clit, I abandon her honey hole and rise onto my knees. Tugging my belt, I undo my jeans and shove them down my thighs, taking my boxers with them. My cock springs free and smacks my stomach, already turning an angry red at the tip. I haven’t masturbated since Mercy touched me weeks ago, and as great as this morning’s blow job was, I’m still raring to go. The evidence lies in how thick my cock is. I grab my shaft and give it a squeeze, knowing that it’s girthier than usual. Shit.
I stare at Mercy’s glistening pussy. She’s soaking wet, but this is still gonna hurt. Maybe I should come first. Tame the beast, so to speak. Then I can clear my head, too, and take things slow. Make sure that she’s okay before I rut her senseless.
Good idea, Sam.
I’m almost smiling about my genius plan when Mercy suddenly sits up and pushes me. I fall onto my ass and she climbs into my lap, not wasting any time. Alarm bells ring in my head—not just because of how big my dick is, but because I’m not wearing a condom. “Mercy, wai—ohhh fuck.” My eyes roll back as she drags her pussy over my cock with the sweetest cry on her lips. Her eyes flutter closed as she does it a second time, then a third, driving me into a frenzy within seconds. I’m drenched in her desire by the time she lifts her hips and bares down on the tip. Anchoring herself to my shoulders, she drags her bottom lip between her teeth.
Yeah, fuck the condom. I’m taking my girl bare.
Kissing her hard, I plant one hand on her hip and one on the back of her neck to hold her steady. The heat of her core has me leaking precum all over her slit.
Shit. We’re really doing this.
No more games.
No more waiting.
She sinks down slowly, her breath hitching once the tip is in. My body is on fire, screaming at me to thrust into her heat and take what’s mine, but I wait… and then I watch, tilting my head to the side to catch a glimpse of the man who wanted this for himself. I always knew that sex with Mercy would be sweet victory, but witnessing the burning envy in Kane’s eyes as she takesmeinto her body—willingly gifting me her virginity—is an unexpected rush. I damn near come when she’s only halfway down my shaft, already throbbing as I slide even deeper.
“Take it slow if you need—” I choke on my words as she lifts her hips and suddenly slams back down, impaling herself with a shrill cry. She quivers for only a moment before rolling her hips, her pussy squeezing me so tightly that I can hardly breathe. Spots dance in my vision as I clench every muscle in my body andbegnot to come. Not when this is everything I’ve ever wanted. Not until she’s satisfied. Not here, not now, not yet?—
My mind scrambles to latch on to something, anything, to keep my orgasm at bay. God must hate me, because, my eyes lock with Kane’s at that precise moment.
At least it keeps me from coming.
Dragging my lips up the side of Mercy’s neck, I maintain eye contact with him as I whisper in her ear. “Ready for more, baby?” She grabs my face and kisses me, putting my attention back where it belongs. I moan into her mouth as I wrap my arms around her waist. “Hold on tight.” Pushing her down in time with my thrust, I bury my cock as deep inside of her as possible. We moan in unison. A shockwave of sparks zings through my entire body. And for the first time in weeks, I finally don’t give a damn about what happens next.
Chapter 18
Mercy
Whatever powerI thought I held by being on top is blown away by the sheer strength in Sam’s thighs. He’s the one putting in all the work, holding me so tightly that I can hardly meet his thrusts. Each one is as controlled as the last, building into a steady rhythm that drives me insane.
I’d imagined that sex would be a frenzy—a furious meeting of bodies over and over again—but Sam drives into me with steady purpose. Staring into my eyes, he watches every flicker of movement across my face and groans when I toss my head back and moan his name.
Overstimulated and overwhelmed, my body shudders with each drag of his cock against my walls. A heady mix of pleasure-pain each time he bottoms out makes me gasp, the wet slap of our bodies and the scent of sex quickly filling the air.
“Mercy, Mercy, Mercy,” Sam pants, kissing a bead of sweat dripping down my neck. “All mine.”
“Ah!” I shudder as he thrusts harder, slamming into my molten core with a groan.
“So fucking perfect,” he drawls, nipping my collarbone. “So fuckingwet.You’re sucking me in, baby.” He slams me downand holds me there, groaning as his thighs spasm. “You needed my cock.” Another groan. “Fuck,you’re tight.”
