Happy New Year Everybody! I hope everyone had a safe and great New Years! I just want to acknowledge all the people that we've lost in 2020 and that I pray this year will be better!

Chapter 15

Continued from last chapter 14...

Sam proceeds to take his sticky right hand out of her pants before sucking on each fingers, mumbling on how good she tastes, while intensely looking at Mercedes who couldn't help but whimper at his salacious actions. For the last cumsoaked finger, his middle finger, Sam hovers it right in front of her thoroughly kissed and bitten lips.

"Chúpalo(Suck it!)"

For the first time, Mercedes readily follows Sam's command, opening her mouth, sucking on his middle finger.

After Mercedes releases her mouth from around his finger, Sam roughly pulls Mercedes on top of him again, connecting their lips into a steamy kiss.

Tongues clashing, lip biting and hands feeling up each other as they grinded against each other.

Mercedes's hands quickly starts to play with the hem of his shirt, urging him to pull it up as her finger grazes his lower abs.

Sam pulls his mouth away from her, to help pull his shirt over his head, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, throwing it in the back.

Mercedes kicks off her shoes before slipping out her pants and throwing them on the floorboard.

ring.ring.ring.

Both ignore the phone ringing.

Mercedes wraps her arms back around his neck as he pulls her closer into his lap.

Sam runs his hands slowly over her thick mahogany thighs, then over her wide hips, her tummy, then back under her crop top to squeeze her breasts.

ring.ring.ring

"I'm not answering it," Sam says as they hear Sam's phone ring for the second time.

Mercedes sighs, closes her eyes, relishing the warmth of him and the roughness of his hands on her body.

She presses her face into the crook of his neck, kissing the skin there tenderly before biting hard on his sweet spot.

Ring.ring.ring.

Sam breath hitched in his throat before letting out a deep guttural groan as he slid his hands back down her hips to grip her barely covered ass.

"I want you," Mercedes whispers, hands sliding down his naked torso to the front of his open pants. "I want you inside me ."

"You're sure, bambina?" Sam asks, looking at her intensely.

"Yes,"

Mercedes raises her hips, giving him room to pull his shaft out.

Kissing him softly, she reaches down between their bodies to line him up with her entrance.

Sam's mouth fell open and his brow furrows, his eyes closed tight as he let out a shaky breath at the feeling of her sinking down slowly onto his cock.

Her own breath caught in her throat. He was the biggest she ever had.

WEE-OWW WEE-OWW WEE-OW

"Cono!"

"Cazzo!"

Both of them swear out loudly before scrabbling to get themselves together.

Mercedes quickly removes herself off his dick and back into the passenger seat trying to get her pants back on as Sam buttons up his shirt while more police sirens rush by.

Ring.ring.ring

Now for the fourth time Sam's phone rings, this time he finally answers it, begrudgingly.

"What!" He answers the phone, annoyance evident with the tone as Mercedes just stares at his profile.

"Abbiamo un altro ladro in mano (we have another thief on our hands)"

"Chi? (Who)"

"Cooper"

"Fottuto figlio di puttana! Quanto ha fatto a farla franca (Fucking motherfucker! how much did he get away with)!"

"Lo stronzo è scappato con dieci fottuti milioni di dollari ! (He got away with 10 million fucking dollars!) " Puck replies just as pissed and switches to english.

"He tried to make it seem like it was Blaine who was mishandling the books before Mike caught it!"

"Cazzo! He's dead! Famiglia o no,where the fuck is he?" (Family or not)

"That's why I was fucking calling you, fratello but you ignore it three times. What the fuck were you doing?"

"D-driving back from the Jones's place."

"Imma just ignore that stutter, because I have feeling you and Jones Principessa were doing something other than driving but Coop is a fucking rat, he been working with fucking St. James! We got surveillance with him & St. James down in Miami right now!We got intel that he chartered a flight for Colombia three days from now, I'm guessing St. James is helping Coop get out the country before Capo(boss) finds out"

"Maledizione! (Damnit)" Sam punches down on the steering wheel, causing Mercedes to jump at the unexpected action.

Sam beyond pissed at this moment, he voice deepens, "Over my fucking dead body! Call Finn, and tell him to prepare the jet for tonight, if we do this shit right we get two dead bastardi di ratto (rat bastards )by tomorrow night!

"Huh?" Mercedes says too herself as she tries to piece everything that Sam was saying and what she could manage to overhear from Puck on the phone.

Sam hears her and looks over to her as he finishes up the call.

"Call Blaine too, he's coming with us tonight along with the rest of the guys and imma head home to get us pack and will meet you at the jet!"

Sam still staring over at Mercedes, knowing she was a polyglot and hoping that she didn't know Gaelic.

"Ní féidir le m'athair a bheith ar an eolas faoi seo, is fuil é coop agus mura láimhseáilimid an ceart seo, beidh muid fucked!"(my father cannot know anything about it this, coop is blood and if we dont handle this right, we'll be fucked)

Sam hangs up on Puck.

"I guess our little fun time will be postponed til after the op" Mercedes says as she fixing her lip gloss in the mirror.

"Nope, ever heard of the Mile High Club bambina? I got more than a taste of you and I want more. Op or not, Imma taste every inch of that fine body of yours before and after this." Sam grabs her left hand and places a soft kiss as the two intensely stare down at each other.

"Imma hold you to that,Sammy" Mercedes shoots him a seductive smile before breaking eye contact with him.

"I texted Tana & Jake they will meet us at the villa before heading to the jet"

Sam couldn't help but roll his eyes at the mention of Artist, that action didn't go unnoticed by Mercedes who could help but let a small laugh.

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