Page 112 of Finding Mercy

She giggles, “Are you okay?”

“No. There’s about a million things I want to do to you, and I’m trying to decide where to start.”

I grab her, lift her in my arms, bridal style, and carry her to the bedroom.

When I set her on her feet, I grab her face and kiss her like she’s the air I breathe. Fuck, maybe she is.

“When I saw you in my bathroom, I wanted you so bad I could taste it. When you came into my office, I wanted you even more. When you snuck into my room, I knew I had to have you. But right now? I’ve never wanted you more than I do right now.”

I drop to my knees and kiss her exposed thighs.

“Spread your legs, baby girl.”

She does, and I suck her clit through her thin panties. Then I pull them to the side and run my tongue up her slit repeatedly. She grabs onto my hair, moaning, pushing her pussy into my face.

“Do you like that, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. YES!”

“Good girl.”

I attack her clit with my tongue, flicking it as quickly as possible.

“I’m going to come quickly if you keep that up.”

I growl and keep going at the same pace.

Stopping for a second, I say, “You may be my wife now. But nothing has changed. In the bedroom you’re still my dirty fucking slut. So, give it to me. Be a good girl. Come for Daddy.”

I suck her clit hard, and she explodes in my mouth, screaming obscenities.

Standing up, I say, “I need you out of this.”

I unbutton the corset of a million buttons. I unclasp the thigh highs and tosses the corset on the floor.

“Baby girl, I think you look even better like this. Leave the shoes and thigh highs on.” She takes her panties off while giggling, “Yes, sir.”

I take my shirt off and kick off my shoes. My impatient wife reaches forward and unbuttons my belt and pants. Next, she unzips my pants and yanks them with my boxers to the floor.

“In a hurry?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes,” she says.

I pick her up and toss her on the bed.

“Spread those beautiful thighs.”

I climb over her and slide into her.

She moans loudly, which I love, every single moan is like music to my ears.

I pick up my speed, and she runs her nails down my back and wraps her legs around my waist.

“Harder, Daddy, fuck me harder. Please.”

Holding myself up on my knuckles, I slam into her best in this position.

“You’re so perfect for me. Such a dirty slut.”

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