Page 85 of Finding Mercy

“Do you like that, Daddy?”

I catch her one nipple and bite down, and she yelps.

“Fuck yes, I like this.”

I grab her hips, “But you’re not taking all of me. My dirty slut needs every inch of my cock.”

I hold her still and slam into her, making her cry out.

“Good girl, take all of it.” I slam into her again. “This fucking cunt was made for me.”

“Yes, Daddy, only for you,” she breathes.

I loosen my grip on her hips.

“Show me how much you love this cock, baby girl.”

She clenches her muscle and squeezes me, forcing me to intake a sharp breath.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

Then she rises and slams back down.

I don’t know how she stayed a virgin for so long because this girl was made to fuck.

I grab both of her tits, “Good girl, fuck me.”

She places her hands on my shoulders and fucks me like a jackhammer.

“Daddy…I’m gonna…I can’t hold it…”

Tossing her head back, she clenches my dick like a fucking vice, forcing my orgasm out of me. I grab her waist as she trembles on top of me while I shoot my cum deep inside her.

“Fuck.”

She falls forward, collapsing on my chest.

“I think you’ve had enough for tonight, baby girl. Let's get you to bed.”

She responds, “Mhmm,” with her eyes closed. My girl is spent. I get out of the tub, dry off quickly, and then grab a towel and put it around her before lifting her in my arms.

“You did so good tonight, baby. You’re perfect,” I say as I lay her in bed.

When I climb into bed beside her and pull her into my arms, she’s already asleep, exactly where she belongs. It takes me a long time to fall asleep because I lay staring at her for so long, relieved we could put things back together.

It’s early, and I can feel it when I hear something. I open my eyes and glance at the clock on the nightstand. Six o’clock in the morning, not as early as I thought. I climb out of bed and pull my boxers and pajama pants on so I can investigate the noise, I’m sure it’s Ivy. After opening the door quietly, I walk through the hallway towards the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks. She painted my fucking wall! No longer concerned about waking Mercy, I yell, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

She turns to look at me, still wearing her nightgown with a paintbrush in her hand, “I am making butterflies for Mercy.”

“ON MY WALL?”

Mercy comes running out, “Why are you yelling?”

I point at the wall, becoming furious by the second when Ivy looks at me, “You don’t like it?” Unshed tears fill her eyes, and I feel like shit. The butterflies are well done, she’s gifted. BUT MY WALL? Couldn’t she use fucking paper?

Mercy looks at me, “You. Go get ready for work. I will handle this. I’ll fix your wall. Now go.”

Then she looks at Ivy, “Bathroom now. Don’t touch a thing.”

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