Page 78 of Mercy
He digs his fingers into my hips with a bruising grip and plunges into me hard and fast. His mouth finds my neck while he slides in and out of me.
“Fuck. You feel so good. Your pussy was made to take my cock.”
He bites my neck as he reaches around and rubs my nub. His thrusts are hard and slow. Moving his hands to my hips he pounds into me at an accelerated pace. Our breaths are heavy, mine is nearly a pant. The sound of our perspiring skin slapping together is the only sound in the room other than our moans of pleasure.
“Yes, Daddy. Yes. I’m going to come!”
I feel him swell inside me, and it takes me over the edge. I scream out my orgasm as I push on the glass. He slams into me one last time as he grunts the sexiest sound I’ll ever hear.
He pulls out of me, puts his pants back on and lifts me into his arms, carrying me down the hallway. I wrap my arms around his neck. He walks into the bedroom, and he lays me on the king-size bed with a beautiful white cover.
“Lift up,” he says, and I do as he yanks the blankets to the foot of the bed.
I flash him a questioning look, “Are we going to bed at three o’clock?”
“No. Can I hold my beautiful girlfriend?” He lays on his back, and I climb on top of him, putting my face to his neck, “I love you.”
Running his fingers through my hair, he whispers, “I love you too, baby.” He kisses me on the forehead and whispers, “Don’t fall asleep. You have to get ready in an hour. We have dinner reservations and plans after dinner.”
“You should know that this is already the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
He doesn’t say anything but wraps his arms around me and pulls me tighter to him. Not a word needs to be said, he easily conveys every emotion he feels for me. For a long time, I planned to get him in bed. I wanted to fuck him more than I wanted anything. What we have now, far exceeded my expectations. After the first time we had sex, I never imagined he had a soft side like this. But I’m glad I found it. I love that he has this part of him that’s only for me. I’m in my happy fucking bubble when my insecurity shows her ugly face. I know I should keep my fears to myself. I’ve told myself more than once to keep my mouth closed before I lose him. But it’s like a trainwreck. I know it’s going to happen but there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Wait. You knew where the bedroom was as if you’d been here before.”
He kisses my cheek, “Yes, baby. I’ve stayed here before.”
I jump up and sit at the edge of the bed, and he stares at me like you might an animal ready to attack.
“What the hell just happened?”
“You’ve brought the others here.”
“Mercy, you are not the first woman I’ve been with.”
I sigh, “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m going to go get ready.”
Grabbing my wrists, he says, “No. We are talking about this. Why do you seem like you're ready to jump? What’s going on? I thought you were happy.”
“I am,” I say, my voice low.
I shake my head, “What happens when I get older, Liam?”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I’m going to age. When I’m thirty, then what? You’ll leave me for a younger woman. I don’t think I can handle that.”
He gets off the bed and paces, “Is this what you fucking think of me? I just go after the young pussy and throw them away when I’ve had my fill? That’s the man you think I am?”
“No. I don’t know,” I stammer.
He glares at me, pain reflecting on his face, “Just so you know, you are the first woman in her twenties I’ve been with since I was inmyfucking twenties. This is not a habit or some kink of mine. Let’s remember who chased who here, little girl. I tried to get you to leave me alone, but you wouldn’t.”
His hands are balled into fists. I haven't seen him angry at me, and I’m unsure how to undo what I’ve done. I’m such a bitch.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he walks into the bathroom and slams the door. I don’t move from where I’m sitting. I just wait.
He comes out wearing nothing but a towel, “It’s all yours.”
