Page 95 of The Price of Mercy
She presses her fingertips to my lips, a glowing smile matching the warmth of her eyes. “I love you, too, Kane.”
I crack a smile and tackle her mouth, knocking our teeth together in my rush to get to her. Fuck. “Shit, Siren, I’m sorry.”
Her laughter lights up my heart. “No, it’s fine, don’t worry about?—”
Her lips taste like my dick, and it kicks my desire into overdrive. I grab her ass and rock into the cradle of her thighs, suddenly desperate to be inside of her. She pulls her top over her head and flings it into the distance, baring her tits for me to suck. I greedily lap one with the flat of my tongue, groaning as I pull it into my mouth. She gasps, a beautiful fucking sound, and rolls her hips.
Fire licks at the base of my spine, pulling inward as delicious heat coils deep inside my body. Fuck, yes. I rub her pussy over my cock, drenching her panties in her desire, in my own, the two of us panting as I dry hump the fuck out of her.
God, I love this woman.
“Kane,” she whimpers, biting her plump bottom lip. “Can we try?”
I snap the waistband of her panties to hear her squeal. “You wanna ride me, sweetheart?”
It takes her a moment to decide, but then she shakes her head. “I want you to be on top.”
Picking her up, I carry her to the double-mattress—a recent upgrade with how often Mercy spends the night with us—and lay her down on her back. “Like this?” I run my hands up her warm thighs as she nods and lifts her hips.
“Undress me, please.”
Gladly.
I take my time pulling her leggings down her thighs, carefully kissing every new inch of exposed skin. She giggles like she’s nervous, but I can’t blame her. My cock swings heavily between my thighs, and I squeeze the tip to rub another burst or precum along my shaft. I need to be lubricated as fuck if I’m going to fit inside of her.
“Condom?” I ask, stroking in time with my heartbeat.
She shakes her head. “I want to feel you.”
A chuckle rumbles through my chest. Sam got her addicted to creampies, and it’s become a bad habit for all of us, filling up her sweet pussy any chance we can get.
Well,theycan get. But this is my time. My turn.
“Are you ovulating?” I should keep track of her cycle, but Sam’s the anal one about it, not me. I couldn’t care less if she gets knocked up, but that man is obsessed with ensuring it doesn’t happen. It’s like he thinks kids carry the plague or something.
Then again, I caught him looking at bassinets on his phone the other day, so it could be the other way around. He could be trying to knock her up.
Sneaky fucking bastard.
Mercy shakes her head again. “Nope, I should be safe this week.”
Unless Sam’s been lying to her about when she’s fertile. But I don’t have proof, so I take Mercy’s word for it.
Leaning over her, I rest my forearm beside her head and run my cock through her slick heat, stealing a kiss as I rub my shaft against her lipsandher clit, the only man between the three of us that can confidently say that I hit both at once. I exhale against her jaw as I stroke again and again, arching my back to get in deeper. Her breaths puff out against my chest, her body so goddamn hot that it’s scalding to the touch.
“You okay, Siren?”
She answers with a searing kiss, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth and raking her nails down my back. I hiss as pain radiates from her touch, but then I slide the first half inch inside, andfuck,is it tight.
Zane and I worked up to fitting me inside of him for at least a week, training his ass to stretch to accommodate my girth, but he had already had a dick up his ass before. Grayson, or whatshisname. I forget. So it wasn’t completely new territory.
With Mercy, I guess it isn’t either, but the way she grits her teeth makes me feel like it’s her first time.
“Breathe,” I coach her, reaching between us to rub her clit. “You need to relax, or you’ll only get tighter.”
“Iamrelaxed,” she chokes out, laughing once she realizes how much of a lie that is. “Okay, I’m not. Can you eat me out?”
I lick my lips as I pull out and slide down her hot little body. “Yes fucking ma’am.” Zane would berate me for not doing it in the first place, but I’m itching to get inside of her. He doesn’t get it; he’sbeento the promised land. I’ve glimpsed the golden fields from the tree line. It’s not the fucking same.
