Page 57 of Mercy
“You. I’m always looking at you, baby girl. Get up for a minute, I’ll show you.”
She climbs off me, and I put her in front of the mirror, “Get on all fours.”
I get behind her and thrust into her, pulling her hair so she’s staring at us in the mirror.
“Look how beautiful you are when I fuck you, baby girl. So fucking exquisite.”
Grabbing her hips, I slam into her again and again, “Keep your eyes on us, baby girl.”
She does as she’s told and watches me from the mirror.
“Daddy, YES!”
“Who owns this pussy?”
“YOU DO!” she yells as she digs her hands into the carpet.
I smack her ass, “That’s right, baby. You’re mine. All of you.”
“Hit me harder,” she cries.
Jesus, this girl, my girl, is everything I’ve ever wanted."
I hit her as hard as I can with an open hand, “Fuck, Mercy…You…Are…Fucking…Perfect.”
“Daddy, I’m going to come. Can I come?”
“Yes, baby girl,” I reach my hand around and grab her throat, squeezing, her eyes go wide, she’s so close, I release her throat and a strangled cry escapes from her beautiful lips. I’ve never heard her like this before. It only takes two more pumps before I fill her.
I pull out and she turns around, and I wrap her in my arms, “Let’s go take a shower, baby.”
Standing with her cradled in my arms, I walk to my ensuite bathroom, turn the water on, and once it’s the right temperature, I put her inside. I step in moving behind her, she turns to face me. I take her face in my hands, holding her head back in the shower stream.
She moans as I lather her hair with shampoo and massage her scalp. After I rinse the soap, she wraps her arms around me and presses her face to my chest.
“I don’t want this to end,” she whispers.
It’s so low that I’m not sure I’m meant to hear it, “It won’t.”
She gazes up at me, “It will eventually.”
“It won’t,” I repeat.
Shaking her head, she sighs.
“I’m going to marry you. I’m never letting you go,” I confess.
She gasps, “Liam, don’t say things like that. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
I cup her cheeks, tilting her head back so she’s looking at me, “Baby girl, I don’t make promises I can’t keep. I will marry you, the second you’re ready.”
A giggle escapes her lips, “I think that will need to wait. You’re just going to blurt out to your son, by the way, here's your stepmom.”
“We will figure it out, I’m never letting you go. This is it, you’re my future, and I’m yours.”
I kiss her deeply before taking her again in the shower.
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