Chapter 21 #2
“She didn’t even have to touch him,” I marvel, staring at the dark stain over Zane’s crotch. He really is hard and hurting if that damp patch is his doing and not Mercy’s. How often does he get off? Not enough?
Hard to believe with Kane as his partner.
Facing forward, Mercy follows my gaze to Zane’s erection and turns her nose up. “You’ll come too soon. Sam can last a long time.” She pats my cheek, making me feel like a dog. “Isn’t that right, babe?”
I’ve been trying my damndest to ensure that our nights together last as long as possible, going so far as to keep my socks on and only dig in my heels once her pussy is drenched.
It’s been an act of the utmost concentration and willpower, but apparently, it’s paid off. She thinks I can last forever.
I’ll be damned if I let her down. “Yeah,” I rasp, clearing my throat. “I can make it last.”
Unlike someone who came in under three minutes from a blow job.
Zane’s jaw clenches as he tears at Mercy’s leggings, ripping a hole in the crotch.
We both dive for the access point at the same time, our knuckles colliding as he curves his fingers around her panties and I yank them aside.
Her heady scent fills my nose as I brush my thumb over her clit, already coated in her arousal.
Yeah, she’s fucking wet.
Moaning, Zane slides two fingers inside Mercy’s molten core and plays with her, filling the air with the sound of her flesh sucking him in.
He dips his shoulder and goes deeper, burying two—no, three—fingers as far as they can go.
“You want me to beg, but I think your pussy’s doing it for me.
Hear that?” His wrist rubs the back of my hand as he presses harder against her walls.
The distinct, wet gush of her arousal makes Mercy blush crimson and tremble violently in my arms.
“N-no it’s not,” she protests weakly. “That’s just beca-auuuuu—” Her voice pitches and cuts her off mid-word. “Zane! Ahh!”
He’s relentless, rubbing her G-spot with desperate precision. Panting against her mouth, he nearly kisses her. The wave of heat and desire burning through his body crashes through Mercy and onto me, and suddenly I feel like I’m the one intruding.
Mercy comes with a high-pitched cry that echoes across the lake and tumbles into the trees. Crows caw as they flee, scratching tree limbs and awakening the night. Crickets chirp nearby, the fire crackles and pops, and Mercy—
She stares into my eyes and steals the final piece of my soul. Cheeks flushed beautifully, lips puffy and pink, eyes alight with bright flames, she takes gasping breaths and drags my mouth over hers, kissing me with such reckless abandon that we nearly tumble onto Zane’s lap.
With one hand on his fly and the other buried in Mercy’s pussy, he quickly removes his pants, pulls out his cock, and finally abandons Mercy’s body for his own, slicking his shaft with her arousal.
Groaning, he strokes himself hard and fast, biting his bottom lip hard enough that it bleeds.
“Fuck,” he hisses, quivering from head to foot.
“You’re soaking wet, Kitten. Creaming all over my fingers. And my—” he chokes—“dick.”
Holding onto Mercy, I pour every ounce of my being into her body, needing her more than she needs me.
I know that. I can accept it so long as she’s happy and free and alive.
So goddamn alive, gasping as I lick into her mouth and claim her saliva, her tongue, her teeth—needing more.
Needing everything. I don’t care that Zane or Kane are in the background; they’re only background noise at this point. What I want—what I need—is her.
It’s always been her.
“Mercy,” I rasp, cupping her throat as she swallows.
“Lie down for me, baby. I want to see the light dance across your body.” Sitting behind her isn’t enough.
I need to be on top of her. Consuming her.
Making her moan as she claws the earth beneath us and thrusts her hips in time with mine. Hair wild, body ablaze, heart on fire.
Mine.
She obeys beautifully, spinning around and lying on the cool earth.
A blanket would be better, but if she’s down for it, so am I.
Dragging what little clothing she has left off her body and spreading her legs, I gaze at her glistening pussy and resist the urge to dive in.
No, I want every last drop gushing around my dick more than I want her dripping down my chin.
The firelight plays across her skin, transforming my moonlight girl into a golden goddess.
She takes on the new color palette seamlessly, her usually pale complexion blending with the light until she’s a beautiful caramel; soft and warm and fucking perfect.
While I throw my shirt to the ground and kick off my shoes, Zane fills the seconds with animalistic grunts and groans, his cock clenched tightly in his fist. Staring at Mercy’s body, he licks a stripe across his teeth as he strokes mercilessly.
Tilting her head back as she arches her spine, Mercy stretches her arms over her head and pushes her tits out.
“Zane,” she purrs, the corner of her lips curving upwards, “I can warm you up, baby.” Once he walks around me and starts to descend in my place, she pushes him back with her foot. “When you say please.”
His eyes flash golden from the firelight, but he works his jaw like he’s considering doing as she says. He might actually say please.
Too bad that it’s still my fucking turn.
Shoving him away, I crawl on top of Mercy and settle between her thighs, easily aligning our hips and sliding my cock through her slick folds.
She moans and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.
“Sam,” she breathes, peppering my neck with kisses.
“Please fuck me. I need—” Her nipples brush against my chest, making her gasp. “I need you inside me.”
Yeah, my girl begs—for me.
Kissing her hard, I take her just as roughly, punching my hips so that our bodies meet with a loud slap of skin-on-skin.
Her pussy sucks me in, squeezing so tight that I can hardly move.
She whines, clawing my shoulders as I stretch her wide.
Every night, we’ve had to take things slow so that her body can adjust to my size, but tonight, she’s feral.
Moaning and panting in my ear, digging her nails into my back, lifting her hips off the ground.
I let her be as wild as she needs, feeding off of her energy, needing this just as much as she does.
My cock slides deeper, my hips slam harder, and the sound of her body accepting mine crescendos until it overpowers the scratch of our voices.
I can’t even hear my own heartbeat as I drive into her, the sound lost in the heat of our union.
“Mercy,” I rasp, tasting her lips. “You feel so—” Good doesn’t begin to describe it.
Even Heaven, for all its alleged transcendence, isn’t enough to describe how fucking perfect she feels right now.
I kiss her instead, claiming her as fully as I can.
My orgasm comes on fast, and I have to tighten every muscle in my body to keep from coming too soon.
Breathe. I just need to breathe.
In and out and—
“She’s so fucking creamy. Look at it covering his cock.
Gathering at the base, fuck. Such a pretty fucking pussy.
” A hand presses down at the base of my spine, pushing my cock as deep as it can go.
“How does she feel, Sam? I bet she’s gushing around your cock.
It’s dripping down her thighs.” Kane’s voice is raspy until he addresses Mercy, praising her with a gentleness I hadn’t known he possessed.
“You’re making such a beautiful mess, Siren. ”
Mine, I want to snarl, but that wouldn’t necessarily be true. She wasn’t grinding all over my lap earlier—she was grinding on top of Zane’s. For better or worse, we’re sharing these moments of intimacy with Mercy.
Pride suddenly fills my heart until it overflows.
We may be sharing the opening sequence, but I’m the only one reaping the benefits.
She’s creaming all over my cock. Her soft little moans and breathless pants are mine.
The scratch of her nails on my back is mine.
The pressure of her hips, the velvety cushion of her tits, the gaping wet hole between her thighs—mine.
Mine-mine-mine.
I come with a groan, the vibration of it coursing through my body.
We weren’t supposed to do this bare; she nearly freaked out over the first cream pie, and I doubt a second will soothe her fears of unplanned pregnancy.
But it’s too late now; I can’t stop my dick from twitching as my cum spills free.
At the absolute last second, I manage to pull out.
Not fast enough, since I still cream all over her lips, but at least it’s not buried deep inside her body.
Where it belongs.
My heart flips at the thought of Mercy taking my seed as deep as it can go, my cum painting her walls—her womb—white.
I’d knock Mercy up in a heartbeat if she wanted it.
Tie her to me. Bind her through blood first, then marriage, if she wants.
Fuck. The raw desire for Mercy as my blushing, pregnant bride blinds me, and I bite down on her neck hard, groaning as another thick rope spurts from the tip of my cock and nestles between her warm thighs.
I’ll give Mercy anything she needs to be happy, but this craving—to fill her up over and over again until she’s round with my child—is one hundred percent mine and mine alone. A dangerous wish. Too tempting. Burning inside my body like a demon clawing its way to the surface.
Carefully, I rock my hips and slide my dick through her folds, sweeping my cum as close to her womb as I dare.
I absentmindedly rub her clit as I do, too focused on my task of not-penetrating to recognize her breathless little moans, the timid sway of her hips, the way she pushes just enough for me to—
Slip right in.
With a groan, I come a second time, filling up her channel exactly as I imagined.
Painting her walls, rocking my hips to stroke deeper, pinning her down to keep her still as I carve my way inside her body, carefully extracting every last drop of my seed and securing it safely inside my woman where it belongs.
Not in her mouth or her throat or her stomach.
Inside her overflowing, soaking wet, dripping pussy.
My pussy.
My cum.
My life.