Page 96 of The Price of Mercy
Lifting Mercy’s thigh and smelling her wet fucking pussy is a dream that I never want to wake from. Licking into her molten core and feeling her body tense up, the sharp intake of breath, the gentle quiver of her thighs, the smooth glide of my fingers stretching her out, it’s the only Heaven I’ll ever experience. Right here, in this body, with this woman, dry humping the mattress because I can’t fucking help it.
I groan against her clit, holding my breath as I press my tongue flat and roll over it again and again, obsessed with the way she cries out and grabs my hair, pushing me harder against her. I curl my fingers and she gushes, dripping down my wrist as I lick and suck every delicious inch of pussy, top to bottom, tempted to move even lower. I bet she’d come her brains out if I played with her ass. I’ve watched Zane do it as he hits frombehind, lubing up his fingers and sliding them in and out of her ass as he works her pussy with his dick.
Hell, I’vecometo the thought of him fucking her ass while I fuck his, the three of us a sweaty, delirious mess as we come our brains out. Sometimes, Sam will be in my fantasies, lying beneath her and rocking his hips up into her cunt while we plow her from behind.
An illicit shiver rolls down my spine.
I amdefinitelybringing that idea up at our next dinner date.
Mercy rocks onto my face and whimpers, getting close enough to coming that I can taste the difference in her pussy, her desire getting wetter and wetter until finally, she screams. Her voice catches partway through, but that’s a good thing. She’ll need the vocal rest, because once I’m finally inside of her, she won’t be able to stop.
My dick throbs in anticipation as I grab the bottle of lube and coat it from root to tip, then pour a generous amount onto Mercy’s pussy. I work it into her tight hole with my fingers before climbing up her body and claiming her mouth in a sloppy kiss, smearing her lips and tongue with her release. She’s wet and wild, matching my passion with her own and eagerly rubbing her slick pussy against my shaft. The tip slips in first, and I push the head past the threshold, groaning as her walls finally give. Another inch. Another deep breath. I bite her neck and suck a bruise on her skin, hoping that it’ll distract her from the absolute carnage I’m sure I’m wrecking on her pussy.
I’ve had a lot of sex. Hundreds of people have come and gone, each one different from the last, not all of them able to handle my dick size despite promises that they could. I haven’t held it against them; I know that I’m above-average, and I know that sometimes, that can hurt.
But Mercy’s pussy sucks me in and doesn’t let go, and slowly,very slowly, I bottom out inside of her without having to pull out once.
Her grin matches mine as I kiss her hard and rock my hips, groaning into her sweet mouth as she trembles beneath me.
“Oh, Mercy.Oh, baby.You are fucking gorgeous.” I kiss a silent tear falling down her cheek and lick the salt from my lips. “I love you so fucking much.” My heart bursts as she smiles, laughing and pulling me in for a kiss that rocks my world.
I get it now, the family thing.
Because here in this moment, that’s what she is.
A big part of my precious, little world.
Chapter 38
Mercy
I always imaginedthat sex with Kane would be a wild, untamed thing. Heart racing, hair pulling, grabbing and pushing and pulling, until either my mascara is running down my eyes from the pain or the pleasure.
The reality is that it’s a little bit of both.
His kisses turn tender as he whispers praise in my ear, muttering more for himself than for me, I think, to keep from ramming his cock too deep or stretching me so far that I tear at the seams. Every press of his hips against mine is a slow, careful pressure, the drag of his cock along my inner walls sending spasms through my body. I hold onto him as he carves space inside of me for himself, charting a path that neither Zane or Sam can touch.
There are parts of me that only Kane can experience, and I think he understands that.
The brush of his hand over my hair or down my waist, our mingled breaths turning into one, my hand holding his heart until our rhythm syncs. Sweat slicks his golden skin, glistening like summer rain on the horizon. He touches me gently, coaxing kisses from my lips, until all of a sudden, something changes.
The pressure builds into a crescendo as he pumps faster and his hand on my hip digs deeper. His teeth scrape against the curve of my neck, the sharp points of his canines stinging my flesh. And thepushknocks my body higher up the mattress. Pain blossoms where our bodies meet as his hips slam into mine and his breathing turns ragged, the warmth of his body reaching a fever pitch. I dig my fingertips into his shoulders and break the skin, feeling the way his body shudders as he pumps harder, slamming home with enough force that the air in my lungs isn’t enough.
I’m drowning in Kane’s love.
It washes over me like a tidal wave, crashing into my ribs, filling up my lungs, burning through my bloodstream. His cock hits the end of my pussy and continues pushing, ramming hard into my cervix.
I gasp for air.
My world spins with Kane as its axis, the pleasure quickly turning to pain, the radiance of his light too bright, the hard planes of his body cutting like glass.
“Kane,” I breathe, cradling his face in my hands. “Baby, it hurts. Stop. Please.” A tear slides down my cheek. I should have never taken Kane to bed on my own. There’s a reason why I wanted Sam here. Zane.Anyone.Someone to pull Kane back from the brink, because it’s becoming clear that my strength isn’t enough. He’s overpowering me in every possible way, and I’m going to break.
“Kane!” I growl, clawing his face. “Fucking stop!”
His eyes instantly clear and his body freezes in place, his cock twitching halfway inside my body. “Siren? What’s wrong?” Leaning into my touch, he blows out a breath across my neck. “Am I hurting you?”
I swallow hard. “Yes, but?—”
