Page 54 of Shot For Mercy

“No.” Em shakes his head.

“Why the fuck not?” I ask him through gritted teeth, trying to turn over to face him, but he holds me tightly in place and doesn’t let me. “Do you want her?”

“What?” Emiliano chuckles. “No.”

“Then tell me why.”

“I just…” He trails off. “I want to do things differently.”

“Innocents have already died,” I remind him. “The time to do things differently is over. We need a new alliance if we want peace.”

Em nods. “Everyone but her.”

Her.

The Russian mafia princess.

“I can’t agree to that,” I sigh. “We’re taking that house, and if she’s in there, I won’t hesitate, Em. I’ll kill her.”

Emiliano’s hand tightens impossibly more, and I know my hip is going to bruise. “Can we talk about something else?” He buries his face into the crook of my neck once more and bites me. “No business in bed.”

I chuckle. “What would you like to talk about?”

He seems to think for a second, then says, “I don’t want to talk.”

“No?” I smirk. “Then what would you like to do?”

Emiliano’s hand shifts from my hip to my now hard cock, and he wraps it tightly around me, stroking slowly. I have the sudden urge to straddle him and jerk us off, but he pushes me onto my back before I can do it, and in a move I definitely don’t anticipate, gets between my spread thighs.

“Lube,” he grits out, and I reach under my pillow with a smirk and hand him to him. “Always ready, aren’t you? Such a dirty fucking slut.”

Em uncaps the lube and lathers his fingers, and I watch him as he presses two to my hole. My eyes close of their own accord, and I breathe in deeply as he breaches me. “Yes,” I breathe. “Such a fucking slut just for you.”

He hums, crooking his fingers until he finds my prostate. My back arches off the bed and a filthy whimper escapes my lips. I open my eyes to find him watching me, and when he does it again, I force myself to keep my eyes on him. I don’t want to miss a second of this.

“Those. Fucking. Sounds,” Emiliano growls. “So fucking sexy.”

My cock leaks onto my abs, a string of pre-cum dribbling obscenely, and I moan when he continues to rub against my prostate. “Please, Em,” I beg. “Please suck me off. I can’t stand the torture.”

Emiliano smirks, and then his warm breath hits the head of my cock. I gasp at the sensation. “I missed this tight little hole, baby,” he whispers, and my stomach flips when he calls me that. He licks the head of my cock, sucking on it and twirling his tongue around it, devouring my pre-cum. He pulls away too quickly, and my cock throbs, my ass clenching around his fingers as I groan loudly. “Did you miss my tongue?”

I whimper.

“Look at how your ass is sucking my fingers in. Just begging to be fucked.” Oh, fucking hell. His mouth is going to be the end of me. “Are you going to beg me too, Cole?”

“Yes,” I reply quickly, all too eager. “Please, Em. Please. I’m fuckingbeggingyou. Put your mouth on me. My cock hurts.”

Emiliano chuckles, then he licks my slit, sucking my cock back into his mouth. I’m afraid this is going to be over quickly when he rubs over my prostate once more, and when my spine tingles, I breathe in deeply through my nose. But he’s nothing if not persistent, and when he takes me to the back of his throat and swallows, I feel myself thicken even more.

He’s relentless as he works me from both sides, and I begin to shake. Just like I predicted, it’s over quickly. My balls draw up, my legs tremble violently, and when he crooks his fingers once more, I gasp loudly. He moans around my cock. “I’m gonna?—”

He hums, and the vibration goes straight to my balls, and I shoot down his throat. It constricts around me, making my orgasm last longer than I thought was possible, and his fingers thrust in and out of my ass hard as he milks my cock.

“Fuck,” I mutter as he pulls his fingers out, making me feel empty. “That was?—”

“My turn.” Em grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and suddenly he’s straddling my chest. “Be a good boy and let me fuck your throat.”

I nod enthusiastically, and he presses the head of his cock to my lips. I lick it, tasting his pre-cum, and moan. “Such a hot little mouth,” Em says as he pushes his cock between my lips and immediately thrusts into the back of my throat. I breathe in sharply through my nose and swallow around him. “I want to come all over you,” he gasps. “Going to fucking wreck you, Cole.”

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