Mercenary

by Michelle Horst

  I help him get undressed, wanting to feel his skin burning against mine. When he’s naked in front of me, I let my hand travel down his muscled and sexy body until I find his cock, hard and ready. I take it in my hand and pump him a few times, drawing a growl from deep inside his chest.

  He pushes me back until I hit the foot of the bed and then he turns me around and bends me over.

  On my hands and knees I crawl onto the mattress, feeling an endless hunger for the pleasure I know only he can give me.

  His hand caresses a hot path over the swell of my ass and then his fingers are brushing over my clit. I wish he would rip my panties off already.

  “I want to hear you say it, Sweetheart. Say you're mine," he demands. He starts to rub my clit right through the material, ripping a needy moan from my lips.

  I push my ass back against his hand and when I feel the hard ridge of his cock, I shamelessly start to rub myself against him.

  “I’m yours,” I whisper with need.”

  He pushes the panties to the side and then slips a finger inside me. He starts to rub my clit with his thumb while finger fucking me from behind, and, somehow, it’s the hottest thing we’ve ever done.

  This is so erotic, feeling his hard cock sliding against my ass while his fingers work magic. I let go of all my inhibitions and start to slam myself back against his hand.

  “Fuck yes, Sweetheart,” he growls, moving even faster until I’m caught up in a cloud of pleasure.

  The orgasm hits hard and it makes my knees quiver. But I’m greedy and I want more. I’ll always want more of Mason.

  I slip my hand into my panties, knowing that I’m about to drive him wild.

  ~ Mason ~

  I reach for her wrist and then follow her hand into her panties. Fuck, this is so hot. Feeling how she’s touching herself is the biggest turn on ever.

  I press my hand down on hers that’s against her pussy and then push her finger in along with mine. I lean over her, resting one knee on the bed. Feeling her heat along with her fingering herself is almost too much.

  “You’re so fucking hot. Keep your hand there,” I command, pulling my finger out.

  I slip on a condom and then position my cock at her entrance.

  “I want to fuck you while you’re fingering yourself,” I say and then I thrust inside her and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.

  Once my cock is buried deep in her pussy, I reach around her and cover her hand with mine. I push my finger inside her and I almost cum from feeling both our fingers and my cock stretching her pussy.

  “Feel that, Sweetheart?” my voice is hoarse as I keep our fingers inside her. I pull my hips slightly back and feeling my cock move inside of her makes my balls tighten.

  “Finger fuck yourself with my cock in you,” I command, pulling my hand a bit back so it’s just covering her hand. I thrust back inside her and her finger makes her pussy so much tighter.

  “Mason,” she moans my name. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

  I press hard down on her hand as I thrust inside her, making her rub her clit while she fingers herself. Her hips start to move as she rubs her ass against me and I feel her fingers brush against my balls.

  I watch Olivia arch her back and then she starts to ride my cock with a slow rhythmic thrust of her hips.

  This is different. This time there’s no hurry. She keeps the slow pace, while she fingers herself.

  “Ah …” the sound is filled with sex and lust, and then she starts to moan louder, “Ah, Mason, fuck me hard,” she begs as her body goes tight.

  I pull out and flip her onto her back before slamming my cock inside her. Her back arches off the bed, and she presses her breasts into my chest.

  “Let your pussy suck me dry, Sweetheart,” I rasp the words between breaths as I keep slamming into her. She keeps tensing under me and then I feel her pussy clench around my cock, sucking me in deep, and it makes me cum with a loud roar.

  She pulls me down on top of her and whispers, “I want to feel all of your weight on me.”

  I love this woman so much. I love her strength. I love her body. I love her pussy and the way she makes love to me. She’s my match in every way. There’s no fucking way I’m ever letting her go.

  I push myself up so I’m leaning over her and I press a kiss to her mouth. “I love you, Olivia. You’re the only one that can shine a light through the darkness living inside of me.”

  ~ Olivia ~

  (2 years later…)

  They’ve just removed the bandages after the last operation and the first thing I do is smile at the look of love that’s shining from Mason’s eyes – and it doesn’t hurt. For the first time since the accident, it doesn’t hurt to smile.

  I lunge from the chair and throw my arms around Mason’s neck as laughter bubbles up my throat. At first I laugh because I’m so happy, but it soon turns to tears of thankfulness.

  I’m so thankful for Mason because there were days he had to drag me through the operations and the pain. He kept me sane.

  Then I cry because I can laugh. I cry because the scars are fading to thin, white lines and if I apply my make-up just right you can’t even see them.

  I cry because I now fear Mason for a totally different reason than I did in the beginning. I fear losing him because he’s become the solid foundation that I’ve built my life on.

  I love Mason Crowe so much that I would cease to exist without him.

  ~ Mason ~

  (10 years later…)

  I watch as Olivia rubs cream over her belly that’s carrying my child and I feel a sense of happiness.

  It took years before I stopped looking over my shoulder, scared that my past would find me and rip Olivia from my life.

  It took years before the fear in Olivia’s eyes subsided and she finally realized her own strength and that there is more to this life than just me. We now have children. She’s my wife, the mother of our children, but above all, she’s Olivia Crowe – my guardian angel.

  Sometimes you need to be consumed by darkness so you can shine a light on another’s darkness.

  Sometimes you need to be broken so you’ll understand the pain of another.

  Sometimes you’re brought to your knees so that you’re at the same level as the person who needs you most.

  Sometimes Fate has to open your eyes to the suffering around you, and you might not always understand it, but to the person you’re shining a light on, to the person you’re understanding, to the person who hit rock bottom, you’re a guardian angel … a life line when it feels like their own heart has flat lined.

  Sometimes there’s beauty in the pain.

  Sometimes you find yourself in the darkest of places.

  Sometimes you realize just how strong you are when you have no other choice but to fight.

  You might not know it now but you’re someone’s only hope … even if that someone turns out to be you.

  So fluff out your wings, straighten your halo and be the guardian angel you need.

  Love, Michelle.