Page 107 of Mercy
I ask, “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“About what?”
“My lips around your cock, you pulling my hair, while you fuck your way into my throat.”
I put a bite of pancake into my mouth, waiting for a response. After several minutes he replies, “Keep pushing, baby girl, keep it up and I’m going to fuck your dirty little mouth so hard, and I won’t stop or pull back when you start to gag. I’ll just let you fucking choke on my cock.”
A moan escapes from my lips, “Yes, Daddy.”
He gets up and sets his plate on the counter, “I’m going to take a shower. Eat your breakfast.”
Does he think I don’t know what he’s going to do?
I wait until I hear the shower running to get out of my seat. Once I do, I walk quietly into the bathroom. As always, the door is open. I sneak in, out of his sight, I can’t see his face, but I enjoy the side view. I bite my lip to suppress the moan when he takes his cock into his hand and strokes it slowly.
His back falls against the wall as he moves his hand faster, giving me a glimpse of his face. My gaze travels up and down every inch of his body. This man’s body is perfect, and my eyes snap back to his dick as his breathing hastens. When his muscles tighten, I know he’s close. As he explodes in his hand, my name falls from his lips like a prayer. After he washes up, he steps out of the shower and stares at me, “What are you doing in here?”
I dart my tongue out and lick my lips, “Watching my favorite show.”
He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. As I walk closer to him, I lean forward and lick the water droplets from his chest.
“No penetration doesn’t mean we can’t do anything, doctor.”
He pulls my hair, yanking my head back as he drags his lips up my neck, “Baby girl, you are making me fucking crazy here. I’m trying to be a good man and let you recover. But I’m human. If you don’t stop this, I’m going to snap.”
I kneel in front of him, gaze up at him, waiting for him to say something.
“You’re hard for me so soon after coming, doctor. It doesn’t seem like you’re satisfied to me.”
I lick the underside of his cock, and he moans, as he grabs the side of the bathroom counter.
When my tongue circles the head, he groans, and it makes my clit throb with need. I run my hands up the inside of his thighs and then slam my mouth onto his dick, taking his full length in my throat all at once.
“Jesus…Mercy…Fuck, baby girl.”
He slides his hands in my hair and pulls my head on and off his cock so fast, my eyes water.
“Yes, baby, take it. Fuck, you’re so good.”
I grip his ass with my hands as I moan, and he comes undone, thrusting into my throat so fast, that I see stars.
“YES! I’m going to come down your pretty little throat. And you're going to swallow it all because you’re such a good girl.” He holds my head, pressing my face to his pelvis, as he releases into my mouth. Pulling me up by my arms, he stands me on my feet.
“I forgot how good your mouth feels,” he kisses me softly.
“But now you need to get dressed, because Cyrus will be here any minute.”
Turning to leave, he grabs my arm and yanks me back to him, holding me tight, “In case I haven’t told you enough lately, I love you.”
Gazing up into his eyes, I respond, “I love you too. And you have told me, but it never gets old.”
He lets go of my arm, and I get dressed. He quickly pulls on his boxers, jeans, and a tight black t-shirt.
The doorbell rings, Liam goes to answer it, and I meet him in the living room a few minutes later.
“Cyrus, this is Mercy. Mercy, Cyrus.”
I shake his hand and smile politely, “Nice to meet you.”
