Page 103 of Finding Mercy

Cupping both of my breasts, he says, “I don’t just want you, baby girl. I fucking need you. Five days without you is too long.”

I pull his Henley up and over his head. And then help him out of his jeans. When he shimmies out of his boxers, I gasp.

I run my hands all over his chest, “You’re so hot.”

He chuckles, “No, baby girl, that’s all you.”

I gaze into his eyes, “Fuck me like you own me, Dr. Lexington.”

He picks me up and lays me on the bed, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed.

Sliding into me, he groans, “Jesus. Fuck.”

He grips both of my hips and slams into me over and over.

“You feel so fucking good. Baby girl, you’re so good.”

I grab his nipples and twist them, “Tell me you missed this.”

“Baby girl, miss isn’t the right fucking word. It was agony. You were so close yet so far. I watched that fucking video a thousand times.”

The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, and a sheen of sweat covers his perfect body, making him look even sexier than normal.

“This perfect pussy is mine.”

“Yes,” I moan.

He leans over me, “Put your arms around my neck.”

Lifting me off the bed, he moves his hands under my ass and moves me up and down his cock with an awe-inducing amount of strength.

“Come for me, baby girl.”

His breathing is heavy as perspiration rolls down his chest.

I dig my hands into his shoulders as my climax gets closer.

He’s slamming into me with blinding force.

“Dirty sluts come for their Daddy’s when told.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest as my orgasm ripples through me with such strength that I swear I can feel it from my head to my toes.

“Ahhhh!” I yell as he slams twice more before he groans through his orgasm.

He sets me down on the floor, holding me closer to him, and strokes my hair.

“You’re so perfect, baby girl. I love everything about you.”

After a shower, we lay in bed talking about everything.

“I think we should find a surrogate soon.”

“Not until Ivy is at least in the process of being adopted,” I said.

“I’ll talk to the lawyer about that tomorrow,”he says softly rubbing my back.

“I’m working in the morning tomorrow,” he says and then adds, “I have to meet Xander for lunch, he’s freaking out.”

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