Page 70 of Finding Mercy

I yank her fingers out of her as I bury my face between her legs and feast on her, moaning the whole time. She tastes divine, like the sweetest honey. I can’t get enough of it. I slide my tongue inside her, and she writhes beneath me. I know exactly where my girl’s ‘G’ spot is. I don’t have to guess, so I go right to it, attacking it with everything I have until she’s trembling and crying out.

After she comes down from another orgasm, I move her to her side.

“Put your knees to your chest.”

I slide into her wet heat, and she moans for me.

Fuck, I love every sound this woman makes.

“You like that, baby girl?”

“YES!” She cries out.

I place my hands on either side of her, thrusting into her hard, rough, just the way she likes it.

She’s still tight as hell, and I love it. Lifting her hand up, she pinches her nipple, and I nearly come right then.

“Fuck. You feel so good.”

“Daddy, fuck me harder. PLEASE!”

I pick myself up a bit, place one hand under her hip on the bed and my other on her hip up in the air and fuck her harder.

I slam into her repeatedly, and she goes fucking wild.

She digs her fingers into the sheets as she convulses beneath me, speaking incoherent sentences.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I command as I pull out.

I grab her hips and slam into her.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You do,” she whimpers.

“Good girl.”

I grab the pink butt plug from the bag, squirt lube on, and insert it into her back hole, causing her to cry out.

I work her ass with the toy while I fuck her pussy, and she pushes back, enjoying every second.

“Come for Daddy.”

I watch my cock slide in and out of her, and fuck, it makes me crazy. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.

I pull the toy out of her ass, “Daddy!” She cries as her pussy clenches down on my cock so tight it pulls my orgasm from me without warning. I come so hard it almost hurts.

“Fuck, baby girl. Fuck.”

I get up and wash the toy. When I come back, I just stare at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair has fallen down, and she looks so fucking beautiful.

Mercy

Getting Ivy ready for school is far more of a fight than I realized it would be. After asking her to get dressed nine times, she finally complies. At least I don’t have to worry about breakfast because they supply that at school.

“Get your shoes on, please. I don’t want you to be late on your first day.”

Liam is running out the door, “I love you.”

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