Page 67 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
She’s already so wet. And that’s more than enough to have lust rush through me, nipping at my patience.
I let the nipple go, then tug it back into my mouth, sucking even harder, while I play with her clit. Her breathing goes choppy and urgent. I pull the hand away and coat the other nipple with her juices, loving the way it stiffens more, making her hips jerk, as though seeking my touch again.
The glistening tip beckons, and I suck on that now. It tastes more intensely like her—all the slick sweetness. I take my other hand back to her sex and rub the clit hard with the pad of my thumb while piercing her with my other two fingers.
Her pussy grips me greedily. Her moans echo in the confines of the limo. I pump my fingers into her, adding another digit, curling so I hit the spot inside her pussy that gives her the most pleasure.
“Yes,” she says.
I tunnel my free hand into her hair and pull her down for a raw kiss. She devours me, her tongue and lips clumsy and desperate. There’s only unrestrained lust between us. I thrust my fingers into her over and over until she loses all control and screams against my mouth, the sound muffled. Her juices soak my hand, and God, there’s nothing more gratifying and awesome than feeling her come, making her feel so good that she turns boneless in my arms.
Impatient and needy, I undo my belt and unzip. I don’t even strip down before I lower her hot, still-pulsing pussy over my cock. I angle my head so I can watch her take the entire shaft in. It’s hot as hell to feel my dick slide into the scorching embrace, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching as they accommodate my size…and invasion.
Lust and love thrum in my heart in perfect sync.
“Oh God. You feel so big. And…deep,” she says when I’m fully within her.
“You feel amazing. Tight. Wet.”
Her dark, glittering eyes on mine, she moves over me like a goddess. The back of my head on the headrest, I watch, utterly mesmerized, as she sets the pace.
Our breathing grows rough. Interspersed are muffled groans and moans that sound dirty and raw. “I want it deeper,” she says. “Tony, help me.”
There’s nothing I can deny her when she asks with those gray eyes and that desire-thickened voice.
I hold her and shift our positions until Ivy’s on the seat. I spread her legs obscenely wide, leaving her utterly open, then drive into her hard until I’m balls deep. She puts her hands on my cheeks. “I love you,” she whispers as her eyes grow darker.
Love and humbleness fill my heart, and I kiss her. “I love you, Ivy. I’ll always love you.”
My hips thrust hard and fast, just the way she needs. Sweat beads on my forehead even though cold air is blasting through the vents. Then I feel a climax claiming her as her pussy clenches around my cock, her face turned up in rapture.
Control slips out of reach. I pump into her some more, then lose it and join her in the bliss.
And I hold her like I’ll never let go.
