beautiful, Mercy.” Marc lowered his mouth to her left nipple and nipped and sucked, drawing moans from Mercy’s airway. With his other hand he massaged her right breast. Mercy pulled his head tighter into her chest wanting more. Marc let go of her left and moved onto the right. He nipped causing a slight amount of pain, then blew tenderly against his mark, the sensation was consuming.
Trailing kissed up her breastbone, Marc made his way back to back to her mouth. He lavished her tongue with his. Supporting himself on his left elbow, his right arm slipped below her waist. His finger teased her entrance. Mercy arched her back slightly toward him, wanting him inside her. Marc’s fingers rubbed against her clit.
“You’re so wet for me.” Marc’s slipped two fingers inside her slick folds. Mercy inhaled deeply and pulled his mouth back to hers roughly. She’d regret her actions in the morning light. She was sleeping with a drug dealer. And admitted DRUG DEALER. She wasn’t a bad girl. She wasn’t the kind to chase after bad men, but there she was, in bed with Marc. Glorious Marc.
“I need you in me,” Mercy said breathlessly.
Marc withdrew his fingers and position himself over her. The tip of his erection pressed against her entry.
“Marc,” Mercy nearly begged.
Marc entered her gently. Mercy dug her fingers into his back and wrapped her leg around Marc’s calf. He rocked back and forth slowly, allowing her time to acclimate to his size. Mercy pushed her pelvis forward, wanting all of him inside her.
“I want all of you,” she said raggedly, “in me.”
Marc dove inside of her, groaning loudly.
“Jesus Christ you feel so good, Mercy,” Marc rest his forehead on hers as he thrust back and forth.
“God Marc, dear god,” she praised as they writhed together. Marc took her over the edge and her body completely gave way as she climaxed. Marc came with her and slumped atop of her body, both covered in a sheen of sweat.
“You’re amazing. ” Marc smiled and kissed her sweetly. Mercy couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She felt uninhabited, free. Marc rolled beside her and took a deep satisfied breath. Mercy snuggled against him, arm around his chest, head on his shoulder, his arm around her back. Marc pulled a sheet over their bodies.
They relaxed together silently for a few moments.
“What does this stand for?” Mercy traced the large tribal tattoo on his shoulder.
“It’s something I got when I was sixteen. Everyone in…,” Marc hesitated. Mercy could tell he wasn’t proud of his affiliation. “We all have sleeve tattoos on our right arms.”
“You’re not like them—you’re not like the others. Ace, Jose, the other people at that race. You’re different. Why don’t you just quit?”
Marc laughed lowly.
“You don’t just get to quit.”
“Why not?”
“The only way out is to die.”
Mercy’s stomach dropped. It was a different world he lived in.
“If you could quit?”
“I would have ten years ago.”
“Couldn’t you just leave? Move away?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
“ You wouldn’t understand. It’s easy to judge when you’re on the outside.” Marc turned toward her. “I made a decision at twelve when I was too young and naïve to understand the consequences. I thought the gang was my family. It was the only family I had.”
Mercy stroked his chest and stared upon his handsome pained face.
“But then you became a successful lawyer. What happened?”
“Ace wanted me to drive more than he wanted legal counsel. I got dragged into the life all over again.”
Mercy listened attentively.
“I thought when I got the job at the firm my life would finally change. And it did. I lived a normal life. Sure, I had to represent the members, but that was it. Now…now you see what I am.”
“You’re a paradox. ”
“That’ s a nice way
Trailing kissed up her breastbone, Marc made his way back to back to her mouth. He lavished her tongue with his. Supporting himself on his left elbow, his right arm slipped below her waist. His finger teased her entrance. Mercy arched her back slightly toward him, wanting him inside her. Marc’s fingers rubbed against her clit.
“You’re so wet for me.” Marc’s slipped two fingers inside her slick folds. Mercy inhaled deeply and pulled his mouth back to hers roughly. She’d regret her actions in the morning light. She was sleeping with a drug dealer. And admitted DRUG DEALER. She wasn’t a bad girl. She wasn’t the kind to chase after bad men, but there she was, in bed with Marc. Glorious Marc.
“I need you in me,” Mercy said breathlessly.
Marc withdrew his fingers and position himself over her. The tip of his erection pressed against her entry.
“Marc,” Mercy nearly begged.
Marc entered her gently. Mercy dug her fingers into his back and wrapped her leg around Marc’s calf. He rocked back and forth slowly, allowing her time to acclimate to his size. Mercy pushed her pelvis forward, wanting all of him inside her.
“I want all of you,” she said raggedly, “in me.”
Marc dove inside of her, groaning loudly.
“Jesus Christ you feel so good, Mercy,” Marc rest his forehead on hers as he thrust back and forth.
“God Marc, dear god,” she praised as they writhed together. Marc took her over the edge and her body completely gave way as she climaxed. Marc came with her and slumped atop of her body, both covered in a sheen of sweat.
“You’re amazing. ” Marc smiled and kissed her sweetly. Mercy couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She felt uninhabited, free. Marc rolled beside her and took a deep satisfied breath. Mercy snuggled against him, arm around his chest, head on his shoulder, his arm around her back. Marc pulled a sheet over their bodies.
They relaxed together silently for a few moments.
“What does this stand for?” Mercy traced the large tribal tattoo on his shoulder.
“It’s something I got when I was sixteen. Everyone in…,” Marc hesitated. Mercy could tell he wasn’t proud of his affiliation. “We all have sleeve tattoos on our right arms.”
“You’re not like them—you’re not like the others. Ace, Jose, the other people at that race. You’re different. Why don’t you just quit?”
Marc laughed lowly.
“You don’t just get to quit.”
“Why not?”
“The only way out is to die.”
Mercy’s stomach dropped. It was a different world he lived in.
“If you could quit?”
“I would have ten years ago.”
“Couldn’t you just leave? Move away?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
“ You wouldn’t understand. It’s easy to judge when you’re on the outside.” Marc turned toward her. “I made a decision at twelve when I was too young and naïve to understand the consequences. I thought the gang was my family. It was the only family I had.”
Mercy stroked his chest and stared upon his handsome pained face.
“But then you became a successful lawyer. What happened?”
“Ace wanted me to drive more than he wanted legal counsel. I got dragged into the life all over again.”
Mercy listened attentively.
“I thought when I got the job at the firm my life would finally change. And it did. I lived a normal life. Sure, I had to represent the members, but that was it. Now…now you see what I am.”
“You’re a paradox. ”
“That’ s a nice way
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