Page 77 of Sinner's Mercy


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“Mercy!” she screamed, pressing her cheek back down to my thigh.

“I want more,” I groaned into her pussy.

With her body writhing in pleasure, I brought her closer, savoring the taste and feel of her quivering flesh. I didn’t stop this time when she came, her desperate shaking and passionate moans urging me on. I kept licking and sucking her clit. I couldn’t help myself. I longed to devour her with passion, fully experiencing the profound connection and pleasure it would bring. The intensity of her orgasms grew, blending into a whirlwind of pleasure that left me unable to differentiate one from the other.

In the end, she let go entirely, going completely limp in my arms and surrendering to exhaustion. Gently releasing her, Irolled her off me. She gasped for air, leaving me covered in her silky wetness.

“Fuck, I love you,” she whispered, panting heavily as she looked at me with adoration.

Hearing her say those words was music to my ears.

Settling against the plush pillows, I observed her graceful movement when she turned around and positioned herself at my eye level once more. Holding her close, she pulled me towards her, her lips eagerly exploring mine with a passionate intensity.

I moaned, deepening the kiss.

With a forceful roll, I positioned her on her back and urgently pressed my lips against hers, my mouth exploring her neck with kisses and licks.

With a gentle touch, she reached between us, grabbing my cock, skillfully gripping it with her fingers. I continued my assault on her mouth while she stroked and caressed me. I positioned myself, she spread her legs and wrapped them tightly around my waist, creating an intimate connection. She skillfully directed my throbbing member towards her tight, awaiting entrance, and I instinctively pulled back, relishing in the anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, I pushed myself forward, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain when my throbbing shaft entered her slick entrance. Holding myself there briefly, I savored the sensation of her tightness before thrusting myself deep inside her. The sound of our bodies connecting filled the room and she let out a gasp of pleasure.

“You’re mine now,” I roared. Her walls tightened around my shaft, as my cock seated deep inside her, stretching her. It had been years since I felt the heat of her pussy.

My pussy.

I’d forgotten what she felt like, but it was all coming back to me now.

Every delicious, salacious memory.

I held myself inside her, then pulled back and began fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. I leaned back on my knees and held her legs apart, watching my cock disappear inside her. We locked our eyes and didn’t break contact while I tried to maintain my pace. I could tell she wanted me to go faster, but I maintained a steady rhythm for my own sake. I wasn’t ready to break free yet, because when I did, I knew I would ravage her.

Her breathing became ragged. Her moans grew louder.

I moaned too.

“God, baby, I missed you,” I whispered reverently as she threw her head back. Her eyes pinched shut, her lips pursed while she shook, and her muscles tensed as she cried out in release.

“That’s it, baby,” I groaned at her, watching her climax and feeling her clench around my straining cock. “Give me your cream. Soak my cock.”

I released her legs and bent over her, kissing her as I clung tightly to her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, panting in my ear and I continued thrusting slowly.

I groaned into her ear, her body pressed to mine. “I’m close, baby.”

“Cum inside me, Caleb,” she implored. “Fill my pussy with your cum!”

Pulling back, I released my restraint and let go. Holding her hips tightly, I pounded furiously into her sultry heat. The slapping of our skin was music to my ears. My rhythm fast and furious, our anthem. Her cries of pleasure fueled my need.

“Fuck,” I groaned, “I’m going to cum.”

Thrusting my pulsing cock deep into her hot cunt, I roared out as I stilled deep inside her, exploding streams of cum deep into her core. Even when the last drop seeped from my cock, I stayed rooted inside her, needing, pleading, praying that my seed took root.

I’d never wanted anything more.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Largo

I walked into the kitchen to find Caleb sitting on the counter eating the chicken I made the previous night. He always did like my cooking and lived for any leftovers that remained. While the man was good in the kitchen himself, he preferred my cooking over his.

Not that I minded one bit.

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