Page 43 of Ghost (Iron Thunder MC 4)
Her mouth was parted deliciously, her hand still on my cock, working it.
“You better do something about that cock before I pin you down and take what’s mine,” I growled. My blood was rushing in my ears. I was pumped full of desire and adrenaline. No chick had made me this desperate for a pussy before.
Mercy bit down on her lip and released my cock. Then she moved up, parting her legs wide, throwing them on either side of me. Her hand trailed down my chest and stomach, then she lowered herself.
Lower and lower, holding my gaze bravely, till my cock sank into her warm tasty pussy. She cried out with delight and I grunted. Deeper and deeper, my cock reached her while she rocked and moved and moaned. When she started rolling her hips, I thought I’d fuckin’ explode.
Mercy’s golden hair fell around her shoulders and she looked like a queen. My Queen.
She reached a hand down to her clit, and started rubbing herself and rocking on top of me and I knew she was going to make me come.
Mercy rocked and rode me, harder and harder. Her tits bounced hard too and I grabbed them, pulling them into my mouth so I could suck on her tasty nipples. She groaned and stretched herself, riding me harder and I sucked harder till I stopped and looked up into her eyes.
She slowly wrapped her arms around my neck and slowed down her pace. I thrust into her, arching up and wrapping my arms around her too. We were stuck to each other, her tits pressed into my chest. My cock was deep inside her pussy… and then I came, shooting and gushing deep inside her and filling her up.
She threw her head back, while her hair swished from side to side.
She called out my name while I sucked on the small at the base of her neck. I could feel her clit throbbing and she came too.
Once I’d emptied myself in her, she straightened up and we stared at each other silently for a few moments. There were things on my mind. I wanted to tell her she couldn’t be anybody else’s.
I had claimed her now. She fuckin’ belonged to me. This was it.
Mercy licked her lips and a shy smile danced on her face.
Slowly, she started to extract herself from my grasp. She swung her legs over me and stood up straight off the floor. All I could do was stare up at her, gawk at just how beautiful she looked. I watched as she ran her fingers through her hair. It looked pretty dry by now. Her eyes were shining bright. Maybe this was the first time I was seeing her so confident in herself…seeing her actually happy.
“I’m kinda hungry, are you?” she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I never finished that sandwich. Do you want one?”
All I could do was nod. It was like fucking her had forced me into silence. I couldn’t find my own voice and it was messing with my head. I watched her leave my room, butt-naked and beautiful, her perfect little tits swinging gently as she walked out.
I got off the floor and rubbed my cock down with one of the towels on the floor. Then I went and crashed down on the bed. When was the last time I’d got some sleep?
I could hear her out there in the kitchen, making a sandwich, pouring iced tea into two glasses. I wanted to stay awake and fuck her again when she came back to the room. I wanted to ask her what she was thinking, but it felt like I was sinking into the bed now.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was exhausted and I didn’t even realize it. I was asleep before Mercy returned to the room.When I woke up, the light in the room was less bright so I knew it was later in the day. How long was I sleeping? I lifted myself up on my elbows to see that I was sprawled out in the middle of my bed. I was about to call out for her when I saw her sitting by the window, cross-legged on the carpet. There was an empty plate beside her with crumbs. She was flipping the pages of a book. The best part was that she was still completely naked.
She must have heard me stir because she looked up and smiled when she met my eyes.
“I thought I’d let you sleep. You looked like you needed it. There’s food next to you on the bed. You must be hungry too.”
I reached for the plate of sandwich and the water, drinking and eating greedily while she watched me in silence.
“What are you reading?” I asked and she brightened up again.
“The oven’s manual,” she replied, shrugging. “Doesn’t seem like your cabin is exactly filled with books.”
