Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(36)

“It’ll feel great, I promise. Just give it a minute to adjust.” I tell her. She nods, and I inch my cock in a little more. I circle my hips, trying to get her body to loosen up to my size, but she’s tense as a f*cking board. She needs to relax or there’s no way my cock will fit.

Wrapping my hand around her I slip it in between the comforter and find her clit, teasing it, getting her body to relax and concentrate on the pleasure here instead of the fear I might hurt her back there.

Her eyes close, her mouth parting as I circle her clit over and over again. Using my index and middle finger, I slip them into her warm *, and her greedy cunt clenches them.

“Oh God!” she cries, and I inch my cock into her ass a little more.

Slowly I pump my fingers in and out of her *, and her body arches into mine, completely oblivious that I’m inching into her ass slowly. When my cock is buried to the hilt, I withdraw and slowly push back in.

My eyes roll, my head falling back.

“Goddamn.” My teeth clench tightly, I can barely take the feeling of her ass suffocating my dick so blissfully.

“Oh God. Oh God!” She moans into the bed.

Her ass grips my cock as I pick up the pace. The wetness of her feeling like a slip ‘n slide as I begin to plow into her.

Knowing she’s fully relaxed now I pull my fingers from her *, and sit up on my knees, bringing her onto all fours.

I can’t control myself. I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust into her over and over, my balls smacking against her sensitive clit. My side smarts, warning me I am overdoing it, but I don’t f*cking care. I’m not slowing down for a motherf*cking thing.

“That feel good, baby?” I ask between each pound.

Her head nods eagerly, her hair flinging everywhere.

“You like me f*cking your tight little ass with my hard cock? Your wet cunt is greedy, baby. Dripping wetness down your f*cking thighs. Maybe I should slam my dick in there, give you what your * is begging for.”

“Fuck, yes! Don’t. Stop!” Hearing the strain in her voice, the hint that she’s on the bridge of cumming has my cock twitching, and my balls tightening with my readiness to spill into her.

Feeling like a goddamn beast I grip her by the hair and f*ck her into the damn mattress. My hips slam into her so hard her ass jiggles.

“You’re the sexiest woman ever. Do you know that?” She doesn’t reply, so I tighten my hold in her hair.

“Okay,” she breathes, in between her moans.

“Not just okay, say you’re the sexiest girl who has ever rode my cock, or I’ll stop right now.” I slow my thrust and her face panics.

“I’m-I’m the sexiest woman to ride your cock.” I shove into her hard, her eyes squeeze shut, and her mouth pops open.

I come hard at the same time she does.

She moans unintelligible words so loud I know everyone can hear her. Letting go of her hair, I cup her mouth and bring her back to my chest.

“Shhhh!” I pant out of breath, chasing the end of my orgasm. Her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring to catch her breath, she nods.

Finally finishing an orgasm I thought would never ease, I let go of her and she collapses.

Her body splotched with redness, her body heaving for air, as it trembles from exertion.

***

HEADING INTO THE BATHROOM I clean my dick and wet a rag, my stiches are bleeding; the skin irritated and burning like a bitch. They didn’t rip, so they’ll be fine. Maybe.

Climbing on the bed I use the wet rag to wipe Jillian, cleaning her up.

“I can do that,” she mutters.

“I know, but let me.”

“Why?” Her eyes meet mine.

I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess it just feels more personal that I take care of you after.”

The realization that I actually want to take care of her doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s surreal that I feel this strongly about another person. It’s scary knowing there is someone in this universe more important than yourself.

Biting her bottom lip I can tell she wants to ask me a question. I don’t like questions, they lead to shit, shit that causes awkwardness, or me having to explain. I can feel her staring into the side of my head.

“What?” I give in, I can’t take the silent stare any longer.

“Do you always clean girls up after you…you know?” Her cheeks are red but I can’t tell if it’s because I just f*cked the breath out of her or because she’s embarrassed by her question.

My heart thuds against my chest, my stomach tightening with her question.

“No, I have never felt the need to take care of another female. Just you.” Finishing wiping her down, I risk looking at her. She’s caught her breath, and her eyes are looking at me with a stare like, like the way she looked at me before I f*cked everything up.

“I’m going to fix everything, you know that, right?” I brush a hair from her face. Rolling her lips over one another, she looks away and nods.

“I’m going to go find a phone and call Felix before we go. Give him a heads up,” I inform, climbing off the bed.

Getting dressed I head out of the room. A hand presses against my chest stopping me.

“Whoa, where you think you’re going?” Kane asks, who apparently can appear from thin air. He’s wearing the same shit as last night.