Page 94 of Mercy
Lifting my ass with both hands, he thrusts into my ass, and I cry out, it does hurt.
He shoots me a warning glare, “Do you want your mother to hear you cry?” Pounding into my ass, he says, “Does it hurt, baby girl?” His voice is husky and sexy as hell.
“Yes,” I answer.
“I bet it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as what you’re doing to me. Choosing to die instead of living a life with me.”
Sobs wrack my body, the pain is too much, not the physical but the emotional. I do what I have never done before, “MERCY MERCY MERCY!”
“Please stop,” I sob.
He stops, pulls out of me, and puts his pants back on. He climbs onto the bed with me and pulls me into his arms.
“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
I wrap my arms around him. I sob into his chest. He strokes my hair, “Baby girl, I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t the physical pain, Liam,” I pull my arms tighter around him.
He pulls back to look at me, “Baby girl, I’m begging you, please have the surgery. We’ll adopt as many babies as you want.”
“Liam, I can’t.”
Tears roll down his cheeks, “Please. I need you. The last month has been fucking hell. Don’t sentence me to a life without you, baby, please. I’ll give you anything.”
I reach up and wipe his tears, “I want a baby, Liam.”
“We’ll adopt one. No, we’ll adopt two. A baby and Ivy.”
I can’t contain my shock, “Liam, you would do that?”
He shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes, “When are you going to learn, baby girl? I would do anything for you. Your happiness is mine. If you want children, I want to give them to you, but I won’t lose you in the process. You are playing a dangerous game. Have the fucking surgery, Mercy. Have the surgery, marry me, raise our children with me, live a life with me. Don’t choose the idea of a baby over me. I need you.”
I nod.
“What does that mean?”
“I’ll have the surgery.”
More tears roll down his cheeks as he pulls me into his arms, “Thank you. God, fucking thank you.”
“I’d like to have it at home.”
He kisses my forehead, “Good girl. Such a fucking good girl, now call your doctor and schedule it.”
I grab my phone and call Dr. Shein’s office to schedule my surgery. After I hang up, he stares at me expectantly.
“In two days.”
“Pack whatever you need, baby. We are going home, where I can fuck my girl senseless before I can’t for four to six weeks. “He pulls me off the bed and into his arms, tight against his chest. He lets out a deep breath, “Thank you.” I can physically feel his relief running through his body as he relaxes against me.
He kisses me on the forehead and releases me. I start throwing things in a bag but then find myself giggling.
He wipes a tear from his cheek, “What are you laughing about?”
“Oh, not much, doctor. I’m just wondering if you can last four weeks without sex let alone six weeks.”
With an amused expression, he says, “Oh it’s you, I feel bad for baby. Maybe not right away, but I know you’ll want to suck my cock.”
