Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(16)

My eyes still close I mouth the words, trying to push thoughts of Jillian bouncing on my dick out of my head.

It’s not working. I need something else to think about.

Like the fact that I need to get in touch with Felix. Or figure out exactly what I’m going to say to Lip?

As important as those two thoughts are, my dick rubbing against my zipper looking for any kind of friction at this point is demanding attention.

Thinking of anything else is pointless.

My eyes pop open, and I glance toward Jillian. Her breathing is slower, and she hasn’t moved. Sitting up some I try to see her face, see if her eyes are open; they’re shut.

Fuck it.

Unzipping my pants, I whip my dick out, spit in my hand, and palm it.

Fisting my cock hard, I stroke it softly.

Closing my eyes I think about Jillian sitting up on her knees, that white button up shirt falling to her forearms, and her perky tits out and ready for me to suck on. God, I miss the taste of her, and the way the sweetness of her skin lingers on my tongue. It’s salty and sweet. My dick swells even more within my palm, the veins in my shaft protruding as I stroke it. My chest rises with a ragged breath as my balls tighten with satisfaction that it’s being paid attention to. Just when the end of my palm reaches the tip of my dick, I slip it back down quickly.

The sensation of my release swims up my cock, that feeling of bliss stripping the tension from my body.

“What the f*ck are you doing?!”

My eyes pop open, finding Jillian looking at me with wide eyes, before glancing at my cock.

I don’t stop, I can’t stop. I’m too close.

“What’s it look like, babe?”

She swallows, her eyes finding mine after looking at my cock just a moment longer than someone who seems horrified should. Long enough for me to know she wants to watch me.

Her lips open to object, taking my focus from her eyes to that perfect mouth. The way it would feel wrapped around my cock.

“You wanna help?” My voice husky.

Her brows furrow, and her mouth snaps shut. Her eyes focus on my dick once more, and her chest rises quickly, she’s battling her inner desire.

“I bet those thighs are squeezed tight as hell trying to stifle that wetness that wants to coat my cock, isn’t it?”

Slowly her eyes meet mine, they’re heavy and dazed with arousal. “Fuck you,” she whispers, but her voice doesn’t quite execute her insult like she wants it to. Her shirt slides down, almost showing me her nipple, and enough breast that it makes my cock jerk on its own in my palm.

I cum. I blow warm cum all over my hand, and my lower stomach.

Her eyes flick to my cock, and I can see her heart beating in her throat from here. My hand continues to milk my cock of every drop as her eyes remain locked on my hand’s every movement.

“I think I warned you about saying that to me.” Grabbing a nearby blanket, I wipe my hands and then the jizz off my cock and lower abs.

Shaking her head from inner turmoil, she turns.

“I cannot believe you just did that with me right here,” she huffs, lying back down. Her wall of relenting to my advances is back up. Shoving my cock back in my pants I hover over her, shoving her cuffed hands above her head.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like watching me f*ck my hand. Your cunt is wet and aching for me to plow into it and we both know that’s the truth.”

“It’s not true.”

Letting go of her hands I fist the loose black slacks she got from Mildred, and her cuffed hands come down, immediately pushing against my hand to stop.

“Stop!”

“Tell me the truth, and I will. Tell me that you squeezed your thighs together so hard you’ll have bruises tomorrow. Otherwise I’m going to see for myself, see that you’re a dirty little liar. The way your eyes lit up as my cum spit over my knuckles, there’s no way you didn’t enjoy it, baby.”

“It got me hot.” Her words come stale, like I’m making her say them. I shift my knee, rubbing it along her *, and her eyes roll. The heat of her arousal radiating off her so thick, I can feel it through my jeans. I’d do anything to sink my throbbing dick into that pink * of hers. My pathetic jack off session doing nothing for blue balls.

I roll my knee against her once more, and a soft moan escapes her mouth, her hand tangling in her hair as she uses her feet to push her hot cunt onto my knee on her own accord.

Yeah, she wants me, and it’s only a matter of time before I come crashing through that wall of rejection.

I want nothing more than to rip her blouse apart and f*ck her in the back of this van, but I can tell she is still battling with herself, and when I sink my dick into her, I’m not stopping because she’s having second thoughts.

My enlarged cock will have to be patient.

I rock against her, causing her face to scrunch in ecstasy.

Leaning my head down, her body still dry humping my knee I nibble her ear and she arches into me.

“I got all the confirmation I need,” I whisper into her ear, pulling my knee from her greedy *.

Her eyes pop open, her hands untangling from her hair.

“You’re such an *!” She kicks me off, and throws herself on her side, her back turned toward me.

“The only * who can give you an orgasm.” It’s the greatest feeling in the world to know I’m the only one who can give that to her. The only one who can tease her with it.