She’s tight as I move into her. The tightest I’ve ever had. Her heat is amazing as I slide back a little then move forward again.
Leaning over her back, I kiss her shoulder then give it a little nip. “Would you like to tell me who it is you belong to yet, Mercy?”
She shakes her head. “I’m not into that stuff.”
I growl and give her a harder bite as I slam into her, making her groan and I feel her getting even wetter. “Not into it, huh?”
She can’t even answer me as she moans. Holding her by the waist, I give her a few more hearty thrusts then pull out and flip her over onto her back. Her breathing is already fast and hard.
Maybe she needs to look at me as I take her to make her see reason. Her red lips are parted slightly as she looks at me with glistening blue eyes. I take her mouth as I thrust back into her.
Her breath comes into her mouth, adding a sweet warmth to her taste. Her hands move over my back as she wraps her legs around me, arching up to meet each thrust.
The way her body is soft underneath mine has me aching even more for her. I can’t seem to get enough of her and it’s making me crazy that she won’t say she’s mine. She has to be mine. I can’t possibly share this rare woman.
Moving faster, I reach back and pull one of her legs up so I can slide in even deeper. She makes a magnificent groan as I do it and her kiss goes ravenous. So I stop and pull my mouth away from hers.
She opens her eyes, they dart back and forth as she looks at me with questions in them. “Don’t stop, Jude.”
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
She bites her lower lip and that means she’s thinking. Thinking has no place when you’re in this situation. So I kiss her again and thrust into her again until I feel her body quivering and I know she’s on the edge of an orgasm.
This time, I pull all the way out and roll off of her. She’s huffing and puffing as she watches me get off the bed. I hold my hand out to her but she doesn’t take it. Confusion is all over her face as she asks, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Taking you to the shower. That’s it, baby.” I wiggle my finger at her. “Come on.”
“What? Why?” she asks as she lies there.
“You aren’t getting the goods unless you tell me that you understand that you are mine and mine alone,” I tell her.
“I’m not going to have sex with anyone else if that’s what you want to hear. Shit, it’s been years since I’ve had sex at all. So come back here and let’s get things going again,” she says as she waves at me to come back to the bed.
I stand my ground and let her know who the boss really is. “I want more than that and you know it. I want you. I want you to tell me you understand that and that I can have you. All of you, whenever I want you.”
She laughs and I find myself surprised by that. She rolls over on her side and looks at me. “That’s not going to happen. So would you like to finish what you started here or not?”
“Fuck, Mercy!” I shout as I throw my hands up in the air. “Are you serious? You won’t tell me a few easy to say words? All I want is for you to tell me that you are mine. Mine alone. I want no one else to touch you.”
“And they won’t,” she says. “I can agree to that much. But you cannot have me whenever you want. That’s not a deal I’m about to make. Even in the heat of passion, I don’t tell people things I’m not willing to back up. So, there you have it. I can promise you I’ll be with no one else but that’s all I can promise you.”
Looking at her, watching her breasts rise and fall as her breathing becomes more regulated, I have to wonder what the hell she has that’s so much more important than me. Then it hits me that maybe after I show her how high I can take her, then she might see fit to give me what I want.
Climbing back onto the bed, I pick her up as I lay back and put her on top of me. She smiles as her body slips over mine. Her hands move over my pecs as I move mine over her tits. Her full, bouncy tits feel amazing in my hands.
Most of the women I’ve been with have implants. The real thing is so much better. I play with them as she moves up and down on me. A glimmer shines in her eyes and I see a bit of something there I haven’t seen before.
She rides me a little faster, a little harder. Her eyes close as her breathing goes ragged. A moan starts deep in her chest then she’s screaming with a climax. It takes everything I have to hold mine back.
Her body is squeezing me and I have to close my eyes instead of watching her because it’s making me too turned on. She falls on my chest as the climax eases. I roll over with her and start back up.
Deep, penetrating thrusts I make as her body continues to shudder and shake. I keep the orgasm going on and on as she writhes underneath me. “Jude! God!”
Grinding into her, I kiss her neck, then bite it hard, making her go into another very hard orgasm. Her screams are magnificent as her fingernails dig into my back. “I can do this all night long, baby. Tell me you’re mine and I’ll show you why you’ll want to be, all night long.”
Her scream grows quiet as it turns into a moan. I move a little slower, making deft strokes that go very deep with each one. Her body is still convulsing around my cock but I will not let my release come until I know she is mine.
Kissing her neck and leaving little bites along the length of it, I hear her moan turn into words. “Jude, I am yours.”
Now that’s what I’m talking about!
MERCY
I have never felt more relaxed and fulfilled in my entire life. Laying here with Jude wrapped around me I have to wonder if I can actually keep him separate from my real life.
He holds me tight even in his sleep. I know it has to be late. I need to get back home and I know this man is not going to make that easy.
I take one of the pillows and move it slowly under his arm, then move stealthily slow as I exchange my body for the pillow. Since I’ve snuck out of bed so many times in the last couple of years, I’m sort of a pro at this.
He makes a little snore and I stop as I’m getting off the bed then he goes back into a deep rhythmic breathing pattern and I know it’s safe to get off the bed. As I gather my things off the floor, I can’t help but look at him.
His handsome face looks so peaceful as he sleeps. All satiated and satisfied after all the fantastic orgasms we both enjoyed through most of the night. I know this night will be hard to top.
Then again, he might just be able to pull off even more. Where he’s concerned, I don’t think I’ve seen more than the surface of what all he can do to please me. He is full of surprised, that’s for sure.
Tip-toeing to the bathroom to get dressed, I begin to feel a little badly about leaving him without waking him up. But I know he won’t let me leave if I do that.
After dressing and pulling my hair into a ponytail as it’s wild as hell after all we’ve done, I leave the bathroom and pick up my shoes. Then I notice my jewelry on the nightstand and grab it.
A pad of paper and a pen from the hotel are also on it so I jot a little note to him so he’s not too disappointed when he wakes up without me.
Had a really great night! Thanks so much. And I get it of you don’t call. I won’t be mad at you. We both got what we wanted. It was fun. Bye.
Putting the pen down, I turn and leave the room. The hallway is quiet as everyone is asleep on this very early morning. Pulling my phone out of my little purse, I see it’s five in the morning.
After calling the cab company to pick me up, I get on the elevator and go down to the lobby. As I get off the elevator the non-judging eyes of the staff hit me. Then the shame creeps in and I feel like crap.
Why did I do this?
The one saving grace is that I see a yellow cab right out front and I duck out the doors without making any eye contact with anyone. Getting into the cab, I tell him where to take me and look up at the grand hotel and hope Jude isn’t hurt by my leaving him like that.
That’s the last thing I want is for him to be
hurt by me. He is so much more than I thought he was in the beginning. But the man is spoiled-ass rotten. He can’t take no for an answer about anything. I don’t really know how I could handle him if he and I were to become a real thing.
I watch the sky turning pink at the dark edges of the horizon and have to smile. It was about three years ago the last time I came in at dawn. The night was nowhere nearly as memorable as this one was, but I was young and free and that’s what this sunrise is reminding me of. The easy days before I had responsibilities.
The cab stops in front of my house and I pay the man then get out. The sidewalk is cold under my bare feet as I hold my heels and walk inside. The wood floor is also cold under my feet as I pad across it to the sofa and crash on it.
I’m exhausted. Completely, and utterly exhausted. Grabbing the little throw on the back of the sofa, I pull it over me and close my eyes.
I’m home. Safe and sound. In mere hours the kids will be up and my day will begin.
Who am I!
JUDE
The sun’s light comes through the window, hitting me right in the eyes. With all of last night’s activities, I forgot to close the black-out curtains over the sheer ones.
I groan and stretch as I find my cock aching in the best kind of way. From being smashed into her tight recesses so much last night. And now for a little morning love action.
I roll over and have to stop myself. I thought I’d be rolling into her but I’m not. There’s a damn pillow where Mercy is supposed to be.
Maybe she’s in the bathroom!
I sit up and rub my eyes and find that door wide open and the light off. Then I look over the edge of the bed and find her things gone. Some writing on the notepad next to the bed draws my attention.
Picking up the pad, I read some bullshit she’s written on it about understanding if I don’t call her. She’s out of her mind!
I’d like to say I can’t believe she would do this. But I did have a feeling she might try to do something like this. I did, however, think I would hear her if she got up.
She’s one sneaky chick!
Checking the time on my phone, I see it’s ten in the morning. So I tap the screen to call her and am not at all surprised to find it going to voicemail. So I send her a text, telling her to call me as soon as possible.
Waiting for a few minutes, I find myself getting pissed and go to cool off in the shower. If that woman told me what I wanted to hear and meant none of it, I am going to ring her neck!
The water is cold as it hits my body when I step into the shower and I wish it was colder so it could soothe this fury that’s coursing through my body.
I showed her an excellent time. I treated her like a fucking princess. I made her climax more times than she probably has in her entire lifetime. Why would she even put that shit in that note?
Does she really think that after all we did last night that I merely wanted to have sex with her? How could she?
I was gentle with her some of the time. I held her afterward and whispered sweet things into her ear until she fell asleep. I did everything I could to make sure she knew she was special. Not some piece of ass.
And for what?
For her to leave me with a little God damned note that says she won’t be mad at me if I blow her off?
Well, now I am the one who’s mad! Mad as hell!
If she thinks for one second she can blow me off, she has another think coming. I get what I want. If I set my mind on it, then it is mine.
She’s about to get a real taste of what it feels like to be in my sights. I never miss what I aim for and I am now completely aiming for her. All of her. Not a piece of her.
I want all of her and I’ll chase her stubborn ass down if I have to!
MERCY
After getting out of the shower, I see Jude has woken up and has called and texted. I get the uneasy feeling he’s not happy about my leaving. So I give him a call and cross my fingers he won’t try to guilt me into seeing him today. Because I just cannot do it.
I have to spend the day with the kids!
“Hey, why did you leave?” he answers my call.
“Good morning to you too, Jude,” I say with a laugh.
“Mercy, answer me,” comes his stern reply.
“I had to get home and I knew you’d try to keep me with you. That’s why I left,” I tell him as I walk out of the bathroom in my robe to go put some clothes on in my bedroom.
My body is sore as hell but in the best possible way. I’m walking funny and it makes me smile as I walk down the hallway.
“I wanted to take you to breakfast and then I was going to take you home,” he says with a little huff at the end.
“I’m sorry I messed up your plans. But, I wasn’t about to go to breakfast wearing that dress from last night. I looked like something the cat had dragged in and I needed my own shower and the shampoo and conditioner that works best on my hair. Plus, I have things to do at home today. So I’m afraid I can’t play with you today, Jude.”
“What was that fucking note about?” he says in a growly voice.
My, he does get grouchy when he doesn’t get his way!
“Well, I wanted you to know there would be no hard feelings if last night was all you wanted. That’s all I meant by that note. No big deal, really. You must’ve really missed me this morning,” I say with a laugh.
“You have no idea,” he grumbles. “And while we’re talking about that. Do you want last night to be our only night?”
“Of course not!” I say very quickly. Much more quickly than I even realized as I hear him making a long sigh of what I believe is relief.
“Good. You had me worried. And just to be clear on everything, you did mean all the things you said last night, right?”
Crap!
I’m sure he’s talking about when I was all high on the sex. I had a feeling he was going to press this issue. So I say, “Well sure, most of it.”
“What parts?” he asks with a very stern tone to his deep voice.
“I’m not going to see anyone else. I never planned on even seeing you so I don’t know why you even thought you needed to bring that up,” I say as I put the phone on speaker so I can get dressed before Becky leaves and I have to start the day with the kids.
“Okay then you meant that part and that’s good. That’s what I wanted to hear. So you do understand what it is that I want then.” He sighs again then says, “So give me your address and I’ll come by.”
“Huh?” I ask as I pull a T-shirt over my head. “I didn’t say anything about that.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t understand me, Mercy Noland. I said things very clearly. I want us to be a thing. Not a some of the time thing, an all of the time thing. I know you understood me, girl!”
“I do understand what it is you want. I want to be with you. I really do. And we can do things like we talked about. You remember; lunch every other day during the week, then one day on each weekend. You get to pick the days even.” I shimmy into my blue jean shorts and slip into a pair of flip flops then go to put my damp hair into a ponytail so I can finally get this day full of chores and activities started.
“Mercy, I want more than that,” he says in a sweet voice that I just know he has used for decades to get his way. “I want to hold you while we sleep. I want to do that every single night. Didn’t you like that too?”
I pick up the phone and take it off speaker then set on the bed as I think about how good it felt to be held tight in his arms as I slept the little I did. It was like nothing I ever knew I even wanted.
“I did. Believe me, I did. But I have things that will keep that from happening. I do promise that I’ll spend the night with you on the one day of each weekend. That’s good, right?” I ask as I run my hand along my whisker burned cheek. Then my hand goes between my whisker burned thighs and I stifle a sigh.
“One night a week? Really?” he asks with a groan.
“Well, we might be able to manage a quic
kie or two a week when we have our lunches,” I say as some type of encouragement. “I get it if I’m too much of a pain in the ass. I do. I don’t want to do you this way. But if you will recall, I said I am a very busy person with tons to do. As a matter of fact, I really need to get off the phone and get to the two thousand things I have to do since I blew everything off yesterday.”
“Tonight then,” he says. “Let me come over tonight. You should be done with all these extensive chores by then and I’ll come over and we can do some mundane thing like watch television while I rub your feet. Please, Mercy.”
“Aw,” I say as I think about how he’s most likely never begged anyone to let him come over and do such boring things. “You are a doll. You really are. If there was any way I could do that, I would. But I can’t. Now on Monday you can come get me for lunch. That’s good, right?”
I hear something being kicked then it sounds like it’s bounced off a wall as he says through what I am pretty sure are gritted teeth, “That isn’t good enough. I want to see you today.”
“Bratty much?” I ask as I’m beginning to get tired of this man wanting what the hell he wants and nothing else. “Listen here, Jude. I’m plenty used to dealing with demanding children.” I shut up and clamp my hand over my mouth as I can’t believe I’ve said that. So I fix it as quick as I can. “Some of the clients at the spa are real brats. So here’s the deal. I can deal with you the way I deal with them. Is that how you want it?”
“Damn it, Mercy,” he says with the tiniest trace of a whine in his deep voice. “You make me crazy. But you’re right. I am being bratty. I’m sorry. I’m just not used to people telling me no to what I want. And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life and I have wanted a lot of things.”
“Aw, Jude, that’s so sweet. If I’m going to be truthful, I have to tell you that I want you too. You really are sweet and I would rather be spending all the time I could with you. And I am doing exactly that. The time I’m giving you is really all of the extra time I have. I swear that to you.”
“Mercy, why won’t you tell me why I can’t come over to your place?” he asks just as the kids bust through my door, screaming for me.
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