Acts of Mercy: A Stepbrother Romance (Men of WRATH Book 5)
Acts of Mercy: Part 1 – Chapter 5

This tiny woman has ensnared me in some sort of lust induced sense of euphoria. I’ve never been one to just sit and admire a woman’s orgasm. Sure, women are beautiful creatures and the fact that I can bring them to such heights is an honor, but never have I sat there in awe and stared at one as if she were the most precious being on the planet.

“Your turn.” Little Red beams up at me, her smile doing all sorts of things to my body.

“We don’t have to take this any further, baby. There’s no rush.” What the hell am I saying?

Her brow arches, and she smirks. “You saying you don’t want me anymore?”

My dick jumps up in protest, pressing against her warmth. “Clearly, that’s not the case, sweetheart. I’m only suggesting that we don’t have to do this right now. I can take you for dinner, maybe go for drinks after. Then take you back to my place.”

Her face visibly darkens, as if a cloud had just flown over us both—ridiculous since we’re inside of a damn car.

“I’m sorry. This is all I can give you. I understand if you don’t want this.”

Fuck if this is all I’m getting. I’m taking her now, and then I’ll take her again later when she realizes she needs me just as much as I need her.

Surely this feeling can’t be one-sided. I see how she reacts to me. This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and there’s no way I’m not exploring it.

Not letting her speak further, I press my lips to hers, her mouth parting and letting me inside. She tastes of strawberries and summer. My childhood personified. The good parts, at least.

Yes, there’s no way I’m letting her go.

Her desire to feel us connected drives her toned legs to wrap around me, shimming my slacks the rest of the way down.

Looking deep into her eyes, I have to ask her one last time. “Are you sure, Little Red?”

Her hands reach down, taking me in her hands without hesitation. Slowly, she rubs my tip up and down her drenched slit, her eyes piercing me with their intensity as she dips me ever so slightly in and out of her channel.

Jesus. Even this little tease, the crown of my head dipping inside her, has my balls clenching and back tingling.

Knowing full well what she’s doing, Little Red bites her juicy lip and nods, “Yes.”

Closing my eyes, I give in to the sensation, her slick walls hugging me so tightly, it takes everything for me not to come right then and there.

Damn, she’s tight. Opening my eyes, I see she’s wincing and I’m not even a third of the way in. There’s no way she could be a virgin, could she?

“Hey, look at me, baby. Am I hurting you?”

Her big green eyes look up at me, something unrecognizable flashing behind them before she shutters them closed and shakes her head no. “Mmm, you’re just so big. That’s all.”

“Okay. Tell me if you want me to stop.” Kissing her lips, I trail my mouth down to her neck, leaving little nips to distract from any possible discomfort. I know I’m big, but I’ve never been with someone this tight before and I want to make sure I’m not hurting her.

Her breathing picks up as I give her shallow thrusts, sliding myself up and down until I’m about half-way. That’s when I feel it. An unmistakable barrier. Had I been moving faster, I probably wouldn’t have felt it.

But I sure as fuck feel it now. Why? Why would she give me this special gift?

“Baby, no.” I feel my brows push together as I stop my movement. I’m about to withdraw myself from her, when her legs wrap tighter around me, denying my retreat.

“Don’t. This is my choice.” With one swift pull from her—I’m sliding in balls deep, her channel hugging me with a death grip, unwilling to let me go. And if I were being honest, I don’t think I ever want to leave.

“Fuuuuuuck.” I roar against her ear as we hold each other in a needy embrace. Needy for more. Needy for everything. I want it all. Everything she has, I want and need.

She’s panting heavily, her nails digging into my ass, keeping me right where I want to live and die.

“My. God.” Her mouth hangs open and her breathing hitches, “This feels so damn good.”

I grunt, unable to come up with more as her hands crawl under my shirt and claw at my abs.

But it’s the wonder in her eyes and the joy in her expression that has me frozen in time. This is something I want to remember always. I did that. I gave that to her.

My nose rubs against hers, our lips brushing in the softest of caresses. “Tell me when you’re ready for more, baby.”

“Now.” She tilts her pelvis up, clenching and milking my already weeping cock.

Well, goddamn.

Being the greedy bastard I am, my hand reaches down, grabbing her inner thigh, bringing her leg up toward her chest—the move deepening my position even more.

She lets out a whimper mixed with a mewl, and it takes everything in me not to nut.

Hissing, I pull out slowly only to slide back in as one of my hands lazily strolls up to her sports bra, tugging down the tight material and exposing her luscious breasts.

“Such a naughty girl. When you put this on, did you picture a stranger taking it off, all while he fucked you in the back of your truck?”

Her eyes close and she hums, her hips following my rhythm as her heels dig into my ass, urging me to move faster.

Unable to stop myself, I bring my mouth to her pebbled nipple and bite. She moans, pulling me in even deeper. “Agh!”

I slap the side of her perky tit as my mouth seeks the other nipple, issuing the same punishing bite. “That’s for exposing what’s mine. Never again, Little Red.”

Holding my face in her hands, she pulls me to her, pressing her lips to mine. Our teeth and tongues clash in a battle of wills. Who will devour the other first?

Just as quickly as the kiss started, she pulls away, her eyes staring deep into mine. “I’m not yours. I could never be yours. No matter how bad I wish it so.”

Unwilling to let her words register, I rock into her, letting myself enjoy the warmth and adoration I see in her eyes.

There’s no way she can’t be mine. I feel it deep within me. We were made for one another.

As our bodies interlock, two missing pieces to a whole, the universe around us stops. Grabbing hold of her hips, I dig my fingers in deep, sure to leave my mark long after I’ve gone.

But that’s the point. She’s mine, and I want the whole fucking world to know it.

Spurred on by need, my movements become fast and rough, the buildup of sensations sending my body humming like a crack addict after their first hit.

“Look at us, baby.” My eyes drop to where our bodies are joined, her juices coating me and creating the most erotic soundtrack to our fucking. Transfixed, I can’t peel my eyes away, watching myself claim her body over and over—doing the most primal thing a man can do. “So damn perfect.”

She’s mine. The phrase echoes as I thrust into her deeper and harder than before, my need to claim her taking over any sense of decency I once possessed.

This is downright savage fucking, my grunts of pleasure echoing in tandem with hers.

She seems to be on the same page because she claws at my back, lifting her hips into every push as the need to become one only gets stronger.

“Yes. Please. Don’t. Stop.” Her words coming out staccato with every thrust I give.

“Oh, trust me. I have no intention of stopping.” Bringing one hand down to her core, I rub her clit, enjoying the little gasp it elicits.

She squeezes around me, letting out a primal cry, signaling her release and my permission to let go.

Her back arches and pussy clenches, squeezing out the last bit of self-control I had left. With each pulse of my cock, she grips me, milking every last drop I have to give and taking my soul right along with it.

This is the moment. When the world is a blur, and my body is tingling in that afterglow of release that only this woman can bring, when I know…

I’m truly fucked.