Page 31 of Mercy
“You’re fucking stunning. Is this what you’ve done for the last three months?”
“Yes,” she gasps with a harsh breath.
“Hands off, baby girl. That’s mine, every fucking inch of you is mine. And I’ll be the one to make you come.”
I settle between her legs on my stomach and thrust my tongue inside her. She tastes fucking divine.
“Fuck, Liam!”
I pull my tongue out and pinch her clit, hard and she yelps.
“What’s my name?”
“Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s better, now be a good girl and come on my tongue,” I say with an arched brow.
I slide my tongue back into her beautiful cunt. Pressing my thumb to her clit, she arches her back as she screams and bucks her hips, clawing into the bedsheets, she comes on my tongue. Fuck, she’s like a wild animal tonight, and it makes me crazy with desire.
As I climb up between her legs, my eyes travel the length of her body, drinking her in.
“Just fucking gorgeous. But I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, Daddy, fuck me.”
I slam into her without warning, causing her to cry out. I close her legs together and hold her thighs shut as I push into her hard and fast.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m going to come.”
“Good girl. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
She grips the sheets again, and writhes underneath me, screaming so loud, coming completely undone. I could nearly come just from watching her unravel for me. I spread her legs, so I could get closer to her face.
“I lo-”
“Don’t!” she interrupts me.
“Don’t Liam. Don’t.”
I pull out of her and lay on my back beside her.
I want to pull her into my arms, but I don’t make a move, and neither does she. We both lay, worlds apart, in complete silence. Sometime in the middle of the night, I finally fall asleep.
Eleven
MERCY
I laythere watching Liam sleep, and damn, he’s a beautiful man. I can’t get out of my head the way he wouldn’t even speak to me, as if I were gum on the bottom of his shoe, nothing more than an annoyance. For years I believed that Liam was everything I wanted in a man. But I was young, foolish, and so wrong. I grab his prescription pad and leave him a note.
Dear Liam,
I went to get my car, so I could go home. The words you came so close to speaking rattled me. You were going to say them even though we both know they weren’t true. Love is not ignoring someone for three months and then laying claim to them when you see them with someone new. That’s not love.
Maybe we can see each other occasionally just to scratch an itch. But I can’t give you more than that. I have been in love with you since I was sixteen. Loving you means hurting myself. I deserve better.
I’m sorry.
~ Mercy
