Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 74315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
My control was lost. Just the idea of her going to anybody else for this…for her to have yet another man, that wasn’t me, inside of her, was just unthinkable to me.
I couldn’t do it.
I wouldn’t let her do it, either.
She was mine, even if she did think she was just doing this for the escape.
What she didn’t know was that there was no escape. This was it for me.
I knew Mercy was mine, even if she didn’t.
It’d take time, but I’d convince her of that.
In the meantime, though, I’d give her what she asked.
It’d just be icing on the cake if we did conceive a child tonight, because if we did, she’d be stuck with me.
She’d be mine, and there would be a little tiny life that would always connect us. If I was the father or not didn’t matter.
Not one damn bit.
Her small hands came up, lifting my shirt as she went.
“Once,” she whispered again.
I shrugged out of the shirt, disconnecting our mouths for only moments before she was slamming her mouth back on mine.
“Once,” I confirmed.
All of the hesitance I expected from her was nowhere to be seen.
She was hot and crazy.
Her hands were everywhere, and her hot little pussy was rubbing on me, searing me through two layers of clothes.
“I want to be on top,” she pleaded.
I reversed our positions instantly, grabbing a hold of her hips and rolling off the couch.
I landed on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, Mercy’s mouth immediately seeking the softness of my mouth.
Her hands, though, went down between us where she started quickly yanking open the buttons of my jeans.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.
All five buttons came undone in a rush, and my erection that wasn’t clothed in underwear, mostly because they’d been covered in paint, sprung out to greet her.
I hissed when her hand closed around me, fingers soft and smooth, yet strong.
My eyes watched her, taking in her expression, the set of her mouth, and the lines around her eyes. I was watching for any sign of discomfort while trying valiantly to stay in control.
But her urgency, the way she took control of the situation, was making that nearly impossible.
She stood suddenly, stripping off her shirt, followed shortly by the black sleep shorts she’d been wearing when I’d arrived.
When she went to sit down on me once again, my arms lifted and pulled her down, settling her to where each knee was planted into the carpet on either side of my hips.
My erection now screaming.
My hands, though, held her away as she struggled to move forward. Placing her mouth against mine once again.
“Mercy,” I said, causing her eyes to lift to mine.
“Yeah,” she asked breathlessly.
Her hips started to move, her hot core rolling over my bare cock.
Something that I’d never, ever felt before.
I’d always, and I do mean always, worn a condom.
I never even chanced it, making sure my bare cock and its contents didn’t come anywhere near a vagina.
Which was why it wasn’t surprising that my cock jumped at the contact, primed and ready to go.
“Miller,” she groaned. “What is it?”
I looked into her eyes, seeing no trepidation. No hesitation. Only need. Want. Necessity.
Collapsing my arms until she rested fully on top of me, her pretty nipples digging deliciously into my chest, I let her have me.
I laid back, crossing my arms until my hands rested underneath my head.
She smiled, leaning forward to drag her turgid peaks against the hair of my chest, running them back and forth deliciously slow.
Then she moved up, reaching back until she had my rock hard cock in her hand.
With a slow, delicious movement, she placed the head of my cock against her slick entrance, and slowly sat back.
My length slid inside of her.
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop, only pushed down, more and more, until I was seated fully inside. My cock was stretching the walls of her pussy so wide that I was sure it had to be uncomfortable.
But she didn’t have any discomfort showing on her face, only pleasure.
Her eyes dilated, and her hands came down to sit on my chest as she started rocking her hips back and forth.
Undulating on top of me, making her clenching core seem to massage my dick as she moved.
She didn’t so much lift off of me as grind, allowing the head of my cock to hit the back of her, filling her so far that I had to grit my teeth at the realization that she was made perfectly for me.
“Oh, God,” I groaned.
It took everything I had not to reverse our positions, throw her onto her back and force her to take my cock as I rode her hard and fast.
She didn’t need that, though. Not this first time.
Hell, probably not anytime soon. If ever.
“You feel so good,” she breathed. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
I licked my lips. “Kiss me.”
She leaned down, forcing my cock further inside of her as she gave me the kiss that I asked for.
It was sweet, something that I wasn’t used to having.
Something that I planned to never give up because I found that I liked her brand of sweet.
When she went to pull away, I leaned forward and captured one of her nipples with my mouth, doing a half crunch as she rode me now for real.
Faster and faster until I was sure if she didn’t hurry up and come, I was going to blow without her.
But she came through, leaning back suddenly so my cock tunneled in, hitting a different part of her, and ripping her nipple from my sucking mouth in the process.
She didn’t seem to notice any pain, though, she was too busy clamping her pussy down onto my cock, causing my eyes to cross as I joined her.
My release poured out of me, shooting into her like I’d never felt before.
The wetness of her pussy, and the feeling of her muscles proved too much for my senses. I poured everything I had out of me and into her in short, jerky bursts.