Page 22 of Mercy
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LIAM
Fuck!Liam, you asshole. You made her cry.
The last thing I wanted to do was hurt or make her feel bad. I want to go in there right now and take her into my arms while I kiss every single tear away. I can’t, as much as I want to, I need to reign myself in. What I need most is to forget about Mercy. I’m no good for her, and I can’t do that to Nash. It has to stop. The way her pussy gripped my cock will haunt me forever, she tasted like honey, and dripped with sensuality. Kissing has always been a means to an end. It’s never been something that I’ve craved but when her lips were pressed to mine, her tongue in my mouth it did something to me. I could’ve kissed her for hours.
As hard as I try, I can’t sleep. Thoughts of her flood my brain, she won’t leave me alone. So, I get up at three o’clock in the morning and go to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Mercy is standing at the counter, her head hanging down.
“Mercy.”
She turns to face me, her heated glare cuts through me, “I couldn’t sleep,” she huffs.
“Can we talk?” I ask.
“No,Daddy,” she says with a spiteful tongue.
Running a hand through my hair, I expel a loud sigh. Even with red-rimmed eyes, she’s so beautiful.
“I’m sorry,” I say. That's all I’ve got. I don’t know how to make this right. What’s done is done, I guess I can’t.
“Fuck you, Liam,” she says.
I snap, no one talks to me like that. Walking up to her, I grab her hair and pull, forcing her to look at my face.
“Listen here, baby girl. You’re the one that climbed into my fucking bed without an invitation. You can be mad at me, but this is as much your fault as it is mine. I gave you ample opportunity to walk out. You said you wanted it. I never told you there would be more, I did not lie to you or mislead you.”
She softens under my glare, “I’m sorry,” she whispers with tears in her eyes.
“I want to take you back to my bed right now and fuck you until you do forget your own name. I so badly want to see you on your knees, looking up at me, sucking my cock. I want you. Nothing has changed but we can’t.”
Reaching up, she strokes my chest, and her small hands send sparks up my spine. I need to get the hell out of here before I can’t resist her. I’m dangerously close to carrying her to my room and repeating the events of a few hours ago. Releasing her, I step back and take her in one last time. This is it, I swear—just one kiss. I step back toward her and crash my lips to hers. She moans as she parts her lips, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, sliding my hands into her hair, I wind her hair around my hand and pull hard, as I deepen our kiss. She runs her hands down my chest, digging her nails into my skin, kissing me back with the same desperation I feel for her. I pull back after I’m out of air, both of us breathing heavily.
She gazes at me with wanting eyes, “Liam, I need you.”
I shake my head, “I can’t.”
She grabs my erection and strokes me through my boxers. “You can, you’rechoosingnot to.”
“Mercy, we have to stop this.”
“I’ll never tell him,” she said.
“I don’t want to hide things from him,” I respond matter-of-factly.
She pulls down my boxers in a swift movement as she kneels.
Fuck. Mercy on her knees is an alluring sight. I’m going to make her stop, I have to.
“Let me make you feel good one last time. I want to do this for you.” We are in my kitchen, where anybody could walk in and catch us, Nash could walk in and see this. Why does that make me want this even more? That should make me force her to stop, but it doesn’t.What the hell is wrong with me?
She licks the underside of my cock from base to tip, then strokes me as she circles the head with her tongue. I gaze down at her through hooded eyes, “Yes, baby girl.”
Lowering her mouth over my cock she moves her head up and down, and fuck, her mouth feels amazing. I grab onto the counter to hold myself up, she’s going to make me come fast.
Grabbing her head, I move her faster, she starts to gag, but I don’t stop, I stare down at her, relishing the tears in her eyes.
“Yes, I love it when you gag on my dick, baby girl.”
