Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(35)

“You’re jealous, baby.” I point out. The corner of my mouth turning into a smirk. I can’t help it. To know she is jealous makes me feel good.

She rolls her eyes, trying to pull from my grip. “Hardly.” Her tone is not very convincing, but her sarcastic bullshit is grating on my nerves. “Does someone need the hate f*cked out of her this morning?”

Her lips part, her eyes wide like a little doe. Suddenly her eyes narrow, and her mouth snaps into a thin line.

“Screw you, Zeek! I’m not like those girls. I’m not a slut.”

I strengthen my hand in her hair and pull her lips a breath away from mine.

“Oh no, baby, you’re much worse than that. You’re a narcotic, and the worst kind at that. One that is eating me from the inside out. You make me weak, a starving man willing to do anything for his next fix. And eventually…” I move in between her legs, occupying her space. Her mouth parts as she takes in a sharp audible breath. “You’re going to destroy me from the inside out.” Her back is against the wall, her hands against my chest. But those lips are swollen and begging me to take them, her eyes hooded with lust. Using my free hand I run my thumb along her bottom lip, my forehead resting against her. “But without the drug, the addict wouldn’t exist.”

A moan spills from her mouth, her body arching into mine as I convey to her that we both need each other. Regardless if we’re good for one another or not.

Grinding my hips, my thick cock presses against her just right, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. The towel drops to the bed. Swirling my hips once more, her body bucks against mine, her hands lift in the air strained and stiff. Like she can’t decide if she wants to push me away, or claw me with carnal need.

“Don’t try and resist me, we’re way past that,” I breathe into her ear before nipping it. My heart beats wildly though, nervous she might come to her senses and actually push me away.

“You have no need to be jealous, baby. You’re the one I’m going to be with at night, you’re the one I love, and you’re the one I’m about to f*ck.”

Palming her neck I pull her lips to mine, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth before diving my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, committing that taste to memory.

The pants on her are so big I pull them off in one swift yank, exposing her dainty panties. Running my palms up her silky legs, I wrap them around her thighs and squeeze her ass cheeks. Her head falls back from the contact, as her hips raise off the bed. Kneading the globes of her ass, I slip my hands under her panties, my fingers skimming along the opening of her ass. I want to take her there so f*cking bad, it’s driving me mad.

There is something about taking a girl up the ass that’s different than the *. It’s tighter, like a vice grip. It’s slippery, and not to mention the control I feel. Getting to a certain level of a relationship, or f*ckbuddy-ship where a female will let you smash her back door is as dominating as it is empowering. The transgression, it’s the optimal feeling.

Skimming my lips along her knees, my eyes watching her body’s reaction closely as I take a hand out from under her and hook a finger into the waistband of her underwear pulling them down her long legs, before tossing them over my shoulder.

Pushing her knees apart, her pink * glistens with desire. Ready for me to devour it until neither of us can turn back. Leaning forward I thumb her arousal, and she trembles, a mewl vibrating through her whole body. Using the pad of my thumb I spread her wetness around, first in circles around her * and lips, then I slowly start extending the lubrication down toward her tiny little *.

Biting my bottom lip my heart beats wildly, questioning if she’s going to tell me in a breathless pant that she’s not ready for me to go there just yet.

She rocks against my hand seeking friction, her eyes closed and her mouth cocked open in that sexy vixen way. She’s completely lost in the high of pleasure, her body and mind mine for the taking. Pulling my hands from her I grip her hips and turn her onto her stomach, she flips her hair over her shoulder and eyes me over her shoulder. The way she responds to my touch, the way she f*cking looks at me…it makes me go wild.

Using my cock I nudge against her opening, spreading that thick arousal of hers up and down her ass crack. She buries her head into the blanket an attempt to muffle her moans, her fingers clawing the sheets. Using my hand, I knead her butt cheek, slowly trailing over to the opening of her ass. Using the wetness coating her entrance I slip a pinky in to get her ready for the size of my dick, her ass is tight as f*ck and my cock jerks with jealousy.

I slip my finger in and out slowly and eventually she begins to open up for me to where I slip two fingers in. Fuck, I can’t take the wait any longer. Grabbing the base of my cock with one hand, the other pulling her cheeks apart I push the head of my cock against her opening. It’s still so tight I have to use my knees to give myself that little push to slide the head in. Once I’m in I still, the feeling of her body squeezing my cock unraveling me quickly. Her head flings up, her eyes looking at me with worry and fear.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll go slow.” She swallows, still not sure.

Lowering my chest onto her back, I can feel her heart beating against my chest violently. Pulling her hair from her shoulder I run my nose along the shell of her ear. She smells delicate and subtle, and I love it. It’s light, and not overbearing like some chicks wear it.