Page 69 of Finding Mercy

“Oh good, I love reading books about princesses.”

She pulls out of my arms and grabs my hand, “This isn’t the smutty kind, Liam.”

I laugh as she pulls me to Ivy’s room.

We all cuddle on Ivy’s small bed and read “The Princess and the Unicorn” which Ivy picked out. She listens attentively to every single word, even though I know she’s exhausted.

“Which was your favorite?” She asks me, I think, testing me to see if I was paying attention.

“I liked them both, but I think Juniper was my favorite.”

Excitedly she says, “Me too! I like Olivia too, but Juniper is six. I am six.”

I chuckle, “Maybe that’s why she was my favorite.”

“Am I your favorite?” She asks me.

I brush her hair from her face, “You will always be my favorite princess.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes me tight.

My heart is about ready to explode at this moment.

I kiss her on the forehead, “Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams.”

Mercy kisses her and squeezes her tight, and we leave her for what will hopefully be a restful sleep.

Twenty-Five

LIAM

I getundressed while I watch her remove her clothes. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off her.

My eyes travel up and down her body, drinking her in. Every fucking curve on her body is perfect. She licks her lips as she does the same to me, but she doesn’t speak a word. She pulls the blankets down on the bed and climbs in. I stand by the bed, watching her like an animal might watch its prey.

When she spreads her legs and starts rubbing her clit, I think I might explode on the spot. Walking to the closet, I grab a bag of supplies I bought today, without speaking a word.

She eyes the bag but doesn’t stop.

I move to the foot of the bed to get a better view.

When she moans, I nearly lose control.

I grab my cock and stroke it slowly as I watch her insert two fingers into her pussy.

“Daddy,” she whimpers.

“Yes, baby girl. Fuck yourself.”

This is the most beautiful sight in the world. My girl, so lost in her pleasure. She takes her other hand and rubs her little nub. Her breathing gets ragged, her nipples hard as stone, while her moaning increases. I know she’s close.

Her back arches off the bed as her eyes close.

“Such a good girl. Feel it, baby.”

As she comes down, I climb on the bed over her.

“Fucking, good girl,” I growl.

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