Page 76 of No Mercy

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Page 76 of No Mercy

I raked my nails down his back. He arched, causing his lower body to push his cock in even deeper, until he hit something and couldn’t go any further. My breath caught when Rock transferred his hands to my ass, squeezing the mounds as he ground his pelvis against mine. Pain that turned into mind-blowing pleasure in a heartbeat was an element of sex that always pleased and surprised me. He began to thrust, the sound of our bodies colliding revealing just how wet I was down there.

My hands roamed over his magnificent body, marveling in his strength and definition, knowing it by heart but always discovering something new. I was a lucky woman to have a man who took care of himself. Touching his muscles, and feeling them flex beneath my hands, was always a turn-on. Rock was hard all over, even when he was soft and caring. And protective, so very protective.

I thought back to the day of the incident with Boomer at the lake. That day had shown me just how protective Rock was, and how much he’d fight to keep his family safe. He’d been unrecognizable that day, and not just from the beating. He’d exposed a side of himself that I’d never seen, had never dreamt of, one that had terrified and excited me at the same time.

As soon as we’d arrived home, Sam and I had taken showers and changed our clothes. And then Sam had helped me cook dinner. I’d wanted things to get back to normal for him as soon as possible. As a rambunctious little boy he’d had a ton of questions, and I’d answered them as best as I could without going into too much detail. Some things a seven year old just didn’t need to know.

Rock had come home hours later, and I’d been so thankful that he’d stopped at the club and changed his clothes first. He’d seen a doctor friendly with the club, had been patched up, and warned to take time off so his ribs and the bullet wound could heal, which his brothers had seen to. Later, after Sam had gone to bed, I asked Rock what had happened after Sam and I left. The only thing he’d admitted to was that Boomer would never be a threat to us again. Then, I’d made love to him carefully, showing him that I loved and appreciated him for being in our lives.

Thanking him for saving us the only way I knew how.

I pushed the memory to the back of my mind. Now wasn’t the time to think about unpleasant things when my man was making love to me. I ran my hands over him, clenching my nails into him when pleasure overwhelmed me. Grunting, he grasped both my wrists and pinned them to the bed above my head. Once he had me helpless, he kissed his way down my neck and chest to where my quivering breasts were. He attacked them roughly, scraping his whiskers over them, biting and sucking before taking a nipple between his teeth and looking up at me.

I met the glaze of arousal in his half-closed eyes with a smile. He gently rolled the nipple, producing just enough of a sting that I sucked in my breath. The pinch mushroomed out in tingling waves, leaving me a breathless mess beneath Rock. Pleasure spiked in my core when he lapped the abused nub, and all I could do was arch and twist beneath him, begging him for more.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he said around my nipple.

I was straining against the large hand grasping my wrists securely. I wanted to touch him, too, and yet his dominating tendencies were a big turn on for me. He knew it, too, knew that I liked when he asserted control, when he made me helpless to do anything but enjoy what he was doing to me. He had me right where he wanted me, pinned and primed under him, and he was slowly driving me insane.

“You know what I want,” I whimpered. His cock was still inside me, filling me up. I clenched around it, drawing a hiss from Rock. “I want to touch you,” I replied, surprised at the sound of desperation in my voice. “I want to dig my nails into your flesh, I want to bite you while you’re pounding into me. I need you to fuck me hard, Rock.Please!”

“Fuck, babe.” A deep, animalistic sound escaped him, and then he was releasing my wrists and kissing me. His hands found my hips, and he pulled me sharply against him every time he thrust. His speed picked up. My hands fell to his wide shoulders. I caressed over them, down his straining biceps and over the veins and muscles of his powerful arms. Rock was fucking me so fast and hard that I was inching up the bed every time he slammed into me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled low. I ran my hands up the back of his thighs and over his taut buttocks. They were hard and tight from his movements. “You’re mine, baby. You’re pussy is mine, your tits are mine.”

“Yes, Rock!” I dug my nails into his biceps. “And you’re mine. Your tight ass, your monster cock, and your lips are mine.” Puffs of air escaped me. I reached up, caressing his cheek. “Your soul is mine.”

He kissed me roughly, and then flipped me over. “Oh!”

I landed on my knees. Rock’s hands pulled me up so that my backside was flush against his front side. We were facing the mirror on the dresser, the sight of our naked images igniting me. He slipped his cock into me from behind, and then pulled me further back to rest on his body as he continued fucking me. The new position was erotic as hell and allowed me to view where our bodies were joined by his cock.

In. Out. In. Out. Rock thrust slowly, pulling out to the tip and then gliding back in as if he had all the time in the world. The delicious feeling of our bodies melding together drew sounds of pleasure out of both of us. God, he was big. It was amazing to see the wide girth of his shaft entering my small hole. We both had hair down there, and it was soaked and glistening with our combined juices. I wanted to close my eyes and give myself over to the emotions running through me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the mirror.

“Like what you see?” Rock rasped, peering over my shoulder at our images.

“Yes.” I quivered wildly when his hands traveled up my body, stopping just beneath my breasts.

“You have beautiful tits.” His hands slowly caressed over them, cupping and squeezing them. I sighed and rolled my eyes, resting my head back against Rock’s shoulder.

“You make me feel so good,” I whispered huskily. His thumbs flicked at my extended nipples.

“Fuck, babe, look at us fucking. Watch my dick disappear into your wet cunt.”

“I am.” I shivered.

“Feels so fucking good,” he rasped hoarsely. “Fucking my woman.” His hand moved to where our bodies were joined, finding my clit.

As soon as he rubbed over my clit I lost my mind. Moaning loudly, I welcomed the rush of my impending orgasm. I began to move my hips faster against his finger. Rock began thrusting faster, harder. We were both breathing loudly, our bodies glistening with a layer of sweat. I was about to explode when he leaned forward and bit down on the area between my neck and my shoulder. Watching our erotic image, experiencing too much, I chased my orgasm over the peak and let go.

“I’m coming!” I cried out, convulsing out of control.

Rock grunted behind me, pounding through my orgasm and adding a level of pleasure I could barely handle. I threw my head back against his shoulders, shaking wildly, whimpering helplessly. There was no coming down from the high. His movements kept my body alive. White lights appeared behind my closed eyes, and I think I might have blacked out for a second. When I could open my eyes again, I hardly recognized the woman in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful when you come.” He continued to thrust into me. His expression was just as raw and wild as mine. “Hold on, baby.”

I brought my arms up behind me and wound them around his neck. The position stretched my body tight. Growling low, Rock’s hands caressed over me, paying extra attention to my up lifted breasts. I watched, spellbound, as his glistening cock moved in and out. The subtle, telltale changes in his body told me that he was about to come. His breathing grew harsher in my ear, his hands turned rougher, I felt his cock swelling.

“Aaaggghhh!” he grunted loudly, falling backwards and taking me with him. A strong arm around my middle kept us flush, and I felt his cock pulsing and spilling inside me.




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