Page 22 of Begging for Mercy
When we get to the side gate, I grab the key from my pocket and unlock it. Pushing it open, I gesture for her to enter first. “After you, beautiful.”
As she crosses the threshold, she eyes my key ring with interest.“Where did you get that?” she asks, watching as I shove it back in my pocket. “Are you the reason the gates are never locked?”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Guilty as charged.” I walk up the stone path ahead of her, eager to reach the mausoleum. My heartbeat thrums the closer we get, and it’s hard to keep waiting on Mercy to catch up. I glance over my shoulder to find her swishing her skirt back and forth across her thighs, a pleasing hum falling past her lips as she hops along a line of concrete pavers.
It’s actuallyadorable.
She leaps off of the final stone in the sequence, and I jump forward to catch her mid-flight, scooping her into my arms easily. She gasps as I spin her around by the waist. “Let me down!”
“I told you, you have to get used to this. Besides—” I lower her to the ground but don’t let her go, interlocking our handsand bringing her knuckles to my lips. “Aren’t you supposed to be the one making me fall in love with you?”
The way her eyes widen—that little catch of her breath—means that I’m winning.
Until sheshoves.
I tumble backwards and trip over an overturned brick on the path. In that first moment, she’s grinning in triumph, but in the next, I’m grabbing her hand and pulling her down with me. Her bubble of victory bursts before my eyes, and I inhale the sweet taste of surprise as we collapse onto the grass. Not willing to let her get away, I drag her body on top of mine and grab her hips to keep her in place. “Easy there, Siren. I bruise easily.”
She smacks her hands against my chest as she sits up, a cry of frustration tearing past her lips. Torn blades of grass stick to her dress, and her chest heaves with each labored breath she takes. “You’re insufferable!” Smacking me again, she huffs. “I wouldn’t fall in love with you if you were the last man on earth! Get agrip!”
“That’s too bad,” I muse, enjoying her squirming. “I’d be good for you. Not only am I an excellent lover?—”
She snorts in disbelief.
“—but I’m a good listener.” I tilt my head to the side and admire the view, the smooth canvas of her thighs wrapped snugly around my hips. Planting my feet, I roll my hips in the cradle of her thighs, sighing at the friction. I’m not above dry humping, especially when my partner keeps blushing like that. My cock stirs as I imagine her grinding on my thigh, her plush tits bouncing as she takes her pleasure. “Sing for me, Siren.” I grab her thigh and greedily widen her stance, moving her body to where I need her. “That’s it,” I groan, rocking my hips. Heat builds exactly where I want it, and within seconds, I’m rock hard for her.
A tremor courses through her body, but she doesn’t fight against me this time. Slowly,very slowly, she grabs my hands and starts to move her body over mine. Her lips part on the tiniest intake of air, but she doesn’t sing like I want her to. By now, other women would be grinding all over my cock, desperate for it. But Mercy takes her time, like she’s hesitant to give in to the pleasure.
It makes every little touch and tease ten times hotter.
I’mthe one losing my cool. Rapidly.
“Mercy,” I rasp, swallowing hard. “Touch me.” The wordpleasehangs on the tip of my tongue, but I refuse to let her have that kind of power. I can give her my body—but I won’t give her anything else. Taking her hand, I guide her under my shirt and over my stomach, placing her palm flat against my chest. My heart races as she brings her other hand up and presses down on my sternum, mashing her tits together so that the tops spill out of her dress. I stare at her chest while shefinallylifts her hips and—stops.
“Kane,” she purrs, arching her back. Her cleavage dips towards me, giving a perfect view of the freckle hiding just out of sight beneath the top of her dress. I sit up and grab her waist, eagerly shoving my face in her tits and licking that tiny speck of skin. She fists my hair and gasps, but I don’t stop there. I kiss every inch of her chest until I reach her neck. “Siren,” I breathe, nipping her throat. “Sing for me, beautiful. I need to hear you.” My fingers slip beneath her dress, gliding up the back of her thigh as I suck a bruise onto her skin.
Pain rips through my scalp as she pulls my hair and tears my mouth off of her body. It blends beautifully with the muted pleasure of her rocking hips, and I moan. “Fuck, baby,” I rasp, staring up into her doe eyes. Those pouty lips deserve a kiss, but she’s not letting me get close enough…
“Why don’tyousing for me?” Cupping my jaw with her free hand, she presses the pad of her thumb to the plush center of my bottom lip. “Don’t you want to please me, Kane?”
Fuck, she’s good.
I swipe my tongue against her thumb, and she pushes it inside my mouth.
“Suck,” she commands, not giving me a choice. She pushes in past the knuckle and trembles as I do as she asks, hollowing my cheeks and making a show of it. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s sucking dick, and a finger can’t compare. But the way Mercy’s eyes flutter, you’d think Iwassucking her dick. Her cheeks flush bright red, and I’m suddenly enraptured, unable to look away. Imagine if I was sucking herclit.Fuck, she’d come undone.
“G-good boy,” she praises meekly, popping her thumb out and cupping my cheek. Saliva smears across my lips, but I don’t give two shits. I’d much rather have her cum all over my goddamn face.
“Let me eat you out.” I lift my hands up her skirt and grab the elastic of her panties. I bet she’s soaked. Licking my lips, I abandon her underwear and grab her ass, pulling her up my body. She fights against me—stubborn fucking woman—scraping her knees on the dirt and landing woefully far from my face. With a growl, I try again, and she falls forward, smashing my face with her pillowy tits.
It’s not what I was hoping for, but it’s still nice.
She scrambles off of me fast as lightning, though, and I don’t have a chance to enjoy it. Standing up, she straightens her skirt and plants her hands on her hips. “No thank you.”
Most girls like—no,love—being eaten out. Face sitting, however, can be out of their comfort zones if they’re not confident in their partner’s ability to breathe orrrrr… they’re inexperienced.
I stare at Mercy with fresh eyes, taking in the flush of her skin in a whole new light. I’d imagined her as a blushing virgin earlier, but I hadn’t hoped for it to be true. That would be too perfect.Shewould be too perfect. Rather than straight up ask her about it, I arch my arms over my head and flex my hips, giving her a good, hard look at my erection. I’m tenting like crazy, and impossible it’s to miss. When she does me the favor of staring at my dick, I make a show of it, running my hand down my chest until I reach the button of my jeans. I pluck my waistband, eager to strip down.
“Want to see?”
