Page 88 of Turn That River Red

“Do you want more?” I rub my cock in little circles, gathering up her wetness so I can slick it against her clit.

She moans, digging her fingers down into the grave dirt.

“That’s not an answer.” I pull away, stroking myself, and Mercy whimpers.

“Please,” she says. “Please, Ambrose. I—I need…” Her voice trails off, and she drops her head, looking away. I force her gaze back on me again and hold her there, one hand around her jaw and the other on my dick.

“Need what?”

Mercy gnaws on her lower lip, her cheeks flushed. She doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want toaskfor it. I think she’s been broken down by the church, by Reverend Gunner. Told she exists for his pleasure when he can’t even be bothered to make her his wife.

I don’t deny I’m a monster. But even I wouldn’t do that to a woman.

“What do you need from me, Mercy?” I grin, showing her my teeth, letting us be predator and prey for just a second.Then I nudge the tip of my cock into her pussy, making her squirm. “Is it this?”

She nods, and I pull my cock out and slap it against her clit, hard enough it hurts me as much as it shocks her. “Say it out loud. What do you want from me?”

“I want you to—“ Her eyes blaze through the night, and it takes every goddamn ounce of my willpower not to ravage her the way she wants. But I will hear her say it first. I will know she’s willing to fuck me no matter what I am.

“That’s it, humanita.” I tap her clit again, more lightly this time, a rapid-fire of quick short raps that have her lifting her hips to meet me. The scent of her arousal is so heavy on the night air that it reminds me of jasmine. It’s so heavy I think even a human man could smell it.

“You can do it, baby,” I say. “Tell me what you want me to do to you or I’ll jerk myself off on those gorgeous tits of yours without laying a finger on your needy little clit.” To prove it, I rise up on my knees and stroke myself a few times. “Say it, Mercy. Before I come all over?—”

“I want you to fuck me!” she screams, then slaps her hand over her mouth, like she’s so shocked she could say those words.

I grin and fall back over her, bracing myself on either side of her head, my cock lined up with her pussy. “Good girl,” I purr. “And where do you want me to fuck you?”

“Here,” she says in small voice.

“And where are we?” I nudge my cockhead into her cunt again. Mercy trembles.

“Next to Raul’s grave.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“That’s right, pretty thing. But he won’t mind. He’s not here, is he? He’s up in Heaven.” I shove myself inside her with a single sharp thrust, and Mercy moans and arches up into me, her hands coming up to grip my biceps.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, he’s in Heaven.”

“You’re about to be in Heaven, too, humanita.” I roll myhips against her, angling it so the base of my cock slides up against her clit and my cock massages her G-spot. Mercy groans and rolls her eyes back. “The only Heaven you need.”

“That’s not—” she chokes out, but I give her a soft, gently slap on the side of her face and grab her chin to make her look at me.

“I’m the only Heaven you need.” I thrust into her, wrapping my fingers loosely around her throat. Not to choke her but to hold her down. To let her know I have the power here.

Her pussy spasms with a quake of pleasure. Mercy wraps her fingers around my wrists, her eyes boring into mine.

“Ambrose,” she whispers, rocking her hips against me, locking us in an undulating rhythm. “I think— I mean?—”

Her pussy contracts around my cock. She’s close.

Mercy stares at me, fingers tight around my wrist like she's holding onto a life preserver.

“I think you’re the only god I need,” she whispers?—

Right before she comes.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

MERCY

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