Page 46 of Mercy
She flashes me a questioning look.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard they’re going to hear your screams in New York City.” I notice her swallowing hard, “Oh yes, baby girl,” I say.
Placing my hands on her hips, while she holds her legs back, I stop myself for a moment.
“This is fucking beautiful. You baring your beautiful pussy to me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Such a fucking good girl. Aren’t you? Tell me you’re Daddy’s, good girl.”
“I’m your good girl, Daddy, only yours.”
“Fucking right, you are.”
I grip her hips tight as I slam into her. She bites her lip, trying to stifle her sounds.
“No, baby girl. You won’t ever hold back your sounds from me, I want every single one of them, I don’t care where we are.”
Her eyes widen as I fuck her harder, her tits bouncing nearly to her face.
She moans so loud, that it makes my cock swell even more.
“Let go of your legs, rub your clit for me, baby.”
Barely a touch to her clit, and she’s screaming for me, writhing on the bed, grabbing the sheets with her free hand. This right here is the most intoxicating thing in the world. The way she looks, her scent, the way she sounds screaming for me, our sweaty skin touching, this is everything, and I’ll never get enough of it. This is how I want to live and die. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. She’s mine, and no matter how long it takes me to convince her, she’ll be my wife.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches my dick.
“Yes, baby girl, come with me.”
I thrust faster, a groan escapes from me, and her eyes light up.
“Come for me, Daddy, fill me up.”
Jesus, this girl and her words.
She slides her hands from my abs up to my chest, gazing at me. She says, “Eyes on me when you come.”
As much as I love being in control, there’s something about her turning the tables on me that turns me on so fucking much.
“Daddy, YES!”
That’s all it takes until I lose the hold on this orgasm. I can’t hold back another second. I fill her with so much cum; it feels like it’s been days when it was just earlier today. I swear this woman makes me feel like I’m eighteen again.
I lay on the bed beside her, both of us breathing heavily, when she asks, “Did you go to school for that?”
I chuckle loud, “Are you asking if I went to a school that teaches fucking?”
She giggles, “Maybe.”
“No, but I’m glad that I can please you.”
“That puts it mildly. I never knew sex could be so good.”
I rub the stubble on my jaw.
“What is it, Liam?”
“I’m not sure I really want to know. But did you have sex with a lot of boys your age?”
She laughs, “No.”
