With a force I wasn’t expecting, he slides his hands under my ass and grips my cheeks, pulling me toward him. My legs wrap around his waist, and the tip of his hard cock presses right in line with my pussy. Instinctively, my hips rock, begging him to fill me. I chew on my bottom lip, my breath caught in anticipation as he inches forward, looking into my eyes, his hand comes up and clenches my neck.
“Fuck… you’remine. Always.” His voice is a gravelly whisper, a promise.
“Always,” I reply, and finally, he thrusts forward, his hard length slamming into me. I moan as he pushes me against the counter for support, and my fingers dig into his back as we join together.
Pulling my head forward, hand firm around my neck, his lips join with mine in a forceful kiss as he pulls back and thrusts into me again, deeper, harder.
“God yes,” he murmurs against my lips and sets a pace, a punishing rhythm. With every thrust, he pulls back, only to slam back into me, rotating and grinding his hips when he’s deep.
It’s hard, it’s fast, and it’s fucking heaven. Our lips frantically devour each other, and when he bites down on my bottom lip, hard, not painfully, it’s enough to send a spike of pleasure through my body and straight to my clit.
Suddenly, he shifts position, and his arms are around me. I squeal as he spins me while still deep inside me. Our lips break contact, and I try to orient myself from the sudden change, barely registering what he’s doing when he sets me down, his cock slipping free. I whimper at the loss, but then he turns me, pushing me over the top of a wine barrel, my bare ass on view for him.
I turn to look back at him, but he presses firmly on my back, ensuring my chest and stomach are flat on the top. I grin and plant my cheek on the wine barrel, opening my legs as he steps in behind me. Then, with one hand on the back of my neck holding me down and the other on my hip, his foot moves out, smacking my boot, so my leg slips out a little wider. It’s hot, it’s dominant, and it’s controlling.
His cock presses against my ass, and I squirm, my breathing coming in hard and fast, impatient for him to take me. He lines himself up with my pussy, dragging the head through my lips. A shudder races down my spine, and I’m so wet, the lewd noisefilters through the space. I whimper, needing more, needing him to put me out of my damn misery.
Clenching the sides of the barrel, I brace for him, ready for him. “Mercs…” His name is a plea for him to give me everything.
I praise Gaia when he slams into me without warning, his hand on my neck pushing me down harder. My face slides against the woodgrain texture, and I gasp when he grinds into me so deep it’s almost painful. I’m filled in a way only Mercs can, the thin line of pain and pleasure teetering, and I love it.
“You look incredible like this. Likemine,” he mutters as he pulls back, his hand gripping my hip and digging into my flesh so tight I’m sure it will bruise. But I don’t care, I like it when he’s rough.
Mercs slowly pulls back and thrusts up into me again.
His pace is unforgiving.
Hard.
Relentless.
Unwavering.
My body shifts up and off the barrel with every thrust, adding another layer of sensations running through me. I’ve missed this, and hope we never have to know what it’s like not to want this again. Having my body crave everything Mercs can give is a euphoria all its own, and now that my mind and body are caught up, I will never be able to get enough of him.
The energy coursing through me is undeniable. Thrust after thrust after thrust, and yet I want more. Sweat is pouring off me as he fucks me from behind, the pressure building while he ravishes me like the master he is.
I love this man. No doubt. The anger in him, the love in him, the unwavering loyalty, everything about him brings the energy he’s showing me right now. The dedication to his family, the dedication to me. These things prove to me over and over again the type of man Mercs really is.
As he thrusts up again, I feel it, his commitment, his devotion. He may be dominating, he may be controlling, he may be overbearing…. yes, he’s all of those things, but he loves with his whole heart, and even though at this moment he’s holding me down, thrusting inside of me hard and fucking fast, I feel the love. His hand might be holding my side tightly, but his thumb is also gliding up and down my skin in a tender way, showing that side of his affection.
So, yes, he’s all of those things, but he does it with a good heart and does everything with only the thought of protection, and as he thrusts up inside of me again, it’s the thought of how much he loves me that ignites my desires. It sends a wave of energy through me so insatiably that I burn red-hot.
His hand moves from my neck up into my hair in his usual way, his fingers lace through my hair, and I smile, clenching my eyes and riding the waves of pleasure rippling through me while I pant for much-needed breath.
He slams into me deep, so deep, lights keep flashing behind my eyes. Then, my back arches as a bolt of electricity runs down my spine. It’s like fireworks explode around the room, brightening the dimly lit area with hues of erupting fluorescent colors.
I’m alive, and every part of me knows it, as I moan out loud, riding him for all he’s worth while he groans out something that resembles my name, his cock tensing inside of me when he explodes. I feel him come so strongly it takes my breath away before he falls in a heap on my back, and we both pant, heaving for breath on top of the barrel.
It takes a few long seconds before either of us can form words. When we finally do, it’s Mercs who breaks the silence. He slowly slides off me, his body shifting as he moves to the side, eyes never leaving mine.
Utterly spent, all I can manage is to prop myself up on one elbow.
“Fuuck,” he exhales heavily.
“Yeah. Fuck,” I reply with a breathless laugh, dragging in a slow inhale to steady myself.
Mercs reaches for me, smoothing my hair back into place with surprising tenderness. “And to think I almost didn’t come back on tour with you.” He smirks. “I could’ve missed this.”
