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I went with them, licking his belly all the way down, dropping to my knees as his dick sprung free from the confines of his boxer briefs.

“Mmmm,” I said, leaning forward and running my tongue around the outside of his cock like one would an ice cream cone.

He hissed but didn’t move as I studied the large cock in front of me.

The head was a dark, ruddy red from the amount of blood that was pulsing in his cock, filling it up so hard that it felt like a cement brick in my hands.

Leaning forward, I grabbed the back of his thighs with both of my hands, clutching them tightly as I took the length of him as far into my mouth as I could make it go.

His leg hair teased my distended nipples as I started to slowly work his cock with my mouth, pushing the head as far back into my throat as I could go before I pulled back.

On the fourth such instance of taking him as much as I could, he made a groaning growl of a sound, causing me to look up.

His eyes were positively wired, alight with need and want.

I raised my hands up, cupping his heavy balls in my hand, rolling them around slowly as I worked my mouth up and down his length.

His eyes stayed pinned with mine as I did so, hands on his head so he didn’t accidentally make me do anything I didn’t want to do.

Taking one more long, sucking pull, I released his cock with a loud slurp and stood.

Putting my hands on his chest, I pushed him until he was forced to sit.

Well, I say ‘force,’ but it was more of a ‘he allowed me to do it’ kind of thing.

I smiled as he finally sat, pulling his legs wider as he waited for what I was going to do next.

I didn’t disappoint him as I turned around and presented him with my ass.

He couldn’t resist touching, then.

He leaned forward, grabbing me around the hips as he guided me backwards.

He let one hand go to grab the length of his cock, aiming it upward as he guided me down.

Slowly, I was filled with his length. He filled me to capacity. I was so full I wanted to cry with the rightness of it.

I was so wet for him, and there was not a single thing on my mind but right here and right
now. No ghosts of our pasts. N
o what’s going to happen in the future. Only the here and now. The way his cock filled me, and the sounds of our breathing.

“God,” Miller growled, finally letting go of my hips and running them up my sides, trying to contain himself once more.

I smiled to myself, and started lifting my hips out of his lap, riding him in a reverse cowboy position was different, and had my thighs burning in a matter of moments.

“I need your hands, help me,” I gasped.

He felt so good, and I couldn’t decide if I disliked the burn in my legs, over liking the burn in other places.

When his hands met my hips, though, and started helping me move up and down, I gasped. The flesh of my ass met the saddle of his hips in a rhythmic slapping motion as he helped me ride him.

“Oh, yes. Miller,” I groaned, feeling him hitting that spot that I knew would take me over the edge any minute.

His arm encircled my waist, pulling me into his chest until there was nothing between us.

This new position allowed him to get deeper inside of me, hitting a spot inside that made me jolt with the exquisite pleasure of it.

“Yes,” I hissed, slamming my hips down now. The tempo was no longer rhythmic, but raw and frantic.

I was working hard towards my own orgasm. So hard, in fact, that I didn’t realize what my frantic pace was doing to him.

His breath sawed in and out of his lungs as his abs tightened. “Hurry, I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.”

I let my hand snake down between our legs, finding the little bundle of nerves that was pulsing.

With the heel of my hand, I pressed against my clit, and let my fingers feel where we were joined.

He growled something into my back as he pressed his forehead against my shoulder, and tightened his arms around my waist.

I smiled, loving the feel of us together.

The entire thing was so erotic that I was tipping over that imaginary edge, and plunging down into the depths of my orgasm within seconds.

I screamed, yelling out my pleasure for all to hear.

He tensed, and I knew he was coming, even though I couldn’t feel or see it happening.

He fell backwards
, pulling me with him.
His head hit the butt of his gun, but he didn’t stop grunting and thrusting as he fucked me hard, working his orgasm out himself

The added wetness to our movements let me know he’d finished, as well as the way he’d fallen limp.

His limbs hit the bed as if he was exhausted, leaving me balancing precariously on his chest.

I move my legs up until my feet balanced on the bed on either side of his knees.

“I like this ‘woman on top’
thing. I could really get used to this
,” he rumbled softly.

My face was tilted to the side, lying
against his chest. H
is chest hair was tickling my lips as I smiled in agreement.

“You can be on top next time. I don’t think my legs could take another spin like the last one,” I said tiredly.

He snorted. “I like that thing you do with your hips.”

I was in agreement with that, too.

My pussy clenched just at remembering.

His dick, which had been soft inside of me, slowly started to fill with blood once more.

The sensation in and of itself was absolutely delicious, but also weird. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before, but I hoped I get to many times over, for the rest of my life.

He sat up and disengaged from my body with a wet, sucking sound. Then he rolled us until he was on top and between my legs once more.

When he slid inside of me once again, my eyes widened in pleasure.

Leaning forward and dropping down, he came to a stop when our lips were a hairsbreadth away.

I could feel his earlier release leaking out of me before he pressed back inside, our combined releases easing the way for his tunneling cock.

“What?” I panted, my arms going up and around his neck to pull him in closer to me.

He thrust slowly, in and out, until I was panting with the need for release almost before I could believe it.

He moved his hips only, looking into my eyes as he worked his dick inside of me. In and out.
Oh, so slowly.

Tears slipped from my eyes as the sweetest and most delicious orgasm I’d ever experienced took over my body. Pouring into me like warm, melted honey.

The warmth suffused my body as he released inside of me once again, kissing me breathlessly the entire time.

I licked my lips.

“You know,” I said hesitantly. “We’ll have to keep doing that…at least until I get
too big to do it anymore. I hear pregnant woman like a lot of sex.”

He shrugged, eyes staying pinned to mine. “You can have me day or night, baby. If I’m here. And if I’m not, then you have my cell phone and pager number. The pager I’ll always have on me in case there’s a SWAT situation in town.”

I blinked. “You want me to page you if I want to have sex?”

He grinned. “Well, sure. Why the fuck not?”

I don’t jump to conclusions. I cannonball
into them like a motherfuckin’ boss.

-Mercy’s personal thoughts

Mercy

I woke up in Miller’s arms, happy and content.

I was thirsty and extremely hungry, though. Which must’ve been why I’d woken up at this ungodly hour after the night I’d just experienced.

It was six in the morning, and I stretched, deliciously sore from the night before.

Rolling to my side and out of bed, I performed my morning routine, and then got dressed.

All the while I did so, I watched Miller not move a single muscle.

He looked so cute.

He was sleeping on his back with one arm up and over his head, while the other one lay outstretched on the mattress where I’d been previously laying.

The white sheets were tangled up with his legs, in a twist along his side and only covering a very minimal part of him.

His blue boxer briefs were bunched up at the top of his thighs, something that would’ve bothered me to no end, but didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest.

He was snoring slightly, and the beard that’d already been on the verge of too long, was now a bushy mess around his face.

I nearly laughed when I saw a feather from the hotel’s ‘luxurious’ pillows stuck in it. Each time he breathed in and out, the feather would blow back and forth.

Thinking I’d leave him be and bring him breakfast back, I quickly pulled on some sweat pants, which happened to be Miller’s.

I had to tie them very, very tightly, but it worked for what I needed it for.

The shirt I was wearing said, Cinder-fuckin-Ella. Miller had gotten it at the gift shop yesterday after lunch, and I absolutely loved it.

After grabbing the white key card off the table by the door, I slowly unlocked the door, trying to make as little noise as possible.

After getting out of the room without waking Miller, I walked down the hall, nearly laughing my ass off when I heard grunting and moaning from every single room I’d passed.

Granted, it was only four rooms, and all four of them were occupied from our group, but it was still hilarious.

I pressed the down button, and waited patiently for the elevator to get there; although, as I found out last night, it was bound to take a while since there was over forty five floors in the hotel we were staying in, and we were on the thirty eighth.

I was partially hidden by the large marble column just to the right of the elevator, which was why, as Miller’s parents waited, they didn’t stop their conversation.

“I’m just saying, isn’t it kind of weird? Miller said he never wanted kids. Then, all of a sudden, he’s all right with the fact that he has her pregnant,” Miller’s mother said animatedly.

“I know, dear. But you don’t know what happened. He could really love her. You’ll just have to talk to him,” his father said tiredly, as if he’d been saying the same thing over and over again.

“She’s not his type, though. All of the girls I’ve met over the thirty five years he’s been alive, and not one of them has looked like her. Granted, he does look like he enjoys her company, but it’s just so surreal. He’d been so adamant about not getting married, and not having kids, that I thought for sure he’d be the last of my boys to ever have any, if ever,” she said in exasperation.

“
You also don’t know that, either. Give her time. Give
them
time,” His father said softly.

“I know I need to, but he’s my baby
. Does he love her? Because he’s going to be
trapped
with her forever. Literally, he’d never
leave her.
Do you remember when he got that puppy when he was younger, and we found out it had a heart defect?” his mother asked.

He must’ve nodded, because I didn’t hear the reply before she continued talking.

“And he refused to let him go.
He’s got such a soft heart for those that can’t take care of themselves. Do you
remember how we tried to take that dog back to the breeders, and he refused to let it go? He nursed him until his very last days, and then buried him in the backyard, all by himself?”
His mother continued.

I choked.

Placing my clenched fist up to my mouth to keep in the sob that wanted to break free, I leaned my head against the marble column, so thankful it was there that I could quite possibly hug it.

“Are you okay, Micah?”
Sloan asked worriedly.

“Fine. That wasn’t me,” Micah confirmed.

Luckily, I was saved by the doors to the elevator opening, and the two of them disappearing inside.

Coming out from behind the pillar once the door shut, I pressed the button for the elevator once again.

I wasn’t going to go to breakfast, though. Not anymore.

Was that what I’d done?

Was he really staying with me because of what I’d forced him to do?

I had forced him and,
Jesus. What if I was just another case of pity to him? Someone he felt he had to take care of?

“Oh, my God. What have I done?” I asked desolately.

I’d ruined his life.

He’d been too good of a man to tell me no, and I’d been so fucked in the head at the time, only thinking about myself, that I hadn’t understood what I was asking of him.

After a long wait, the door finally pinged open, and I rushed inside.

Or would have, had I not ran smack dab into a wall of muscle.

“Oomph,” I said, reeling backwards with the force.

The man’s hands came up, and he smiled.

I immediately shuddered.

The man, Faris Blue, had one hell of a black eye, and he was staring at me as if I was his last meal.

“Well, well,” he sneered. “What do we have here?”

He ran his finger up the outside of my arm, circling it around a piece of my hair that’d fallen from my braid.

“Mercy, darlin’,” a not so amused voice said from behind me. “You okay?”

I visibly wilted when I heard that rugged, weathered voice.

“Yeah, Silas. I believe this man was getting off the elevator. I was going down to breakfast. Care to join me?” I asked loudly, turning my wide, fear-filled eyes in Silas’ direction.

He took in my crying eyes, as well as my about to collapse
if he didn’t get the man away from me knees, and grimaced. “
Sure, darlin’. I think we’ll let Mr. Blue take the elevator by himself, though.”

Faris stepped into the elevator reluctantly, eyes on Silas the entire time the doors closed.

When he was finally cut off from our view, I turned to Silas and said, “Thanks.”

Silas patted the top of my head, then pressed the elevator button. “I didn’t do anything, darlin’. Go eat your breakfast.”

I didn’t bother to correct him that I had any plans on eating breakfast. In fact, I planned on going to gorge myself on Dr. Pepper and play the quarter slots until I either ran out of money or won big.