Page 99 of Mercy
I flatten my tongue and lick up her slit and then circle her bundle of nerves while watching her face as she moans in pleasure. I take her clit between my lips and suck as I thrust two fingers inside her, and she screams for me. Her back arches, as she clenches down on my fingers. But I don’t stop, and I finger fuck her harder as I flick her clit fast with the tip of my tongue.
“Daddy! No, stop.”
I glance up at her as she writhes beneath my mouth.
“You have a safe word,” I say before I bite her clit. She screams in pleasure, “DADDY!”
She pulls on the wrist restraints as she crumbles from another orgasm.
I undo her wrist restraints, “I’m not removing the spreader bar.”
Placing my hands under her ass I pull her to the edge of the bed as I shake my head.
“What,” she asks.
“You’re so fucking perfect. Sometimes I can’t believe that you’re mine.”
Her pussy is drenched, so I slide in with ease. I love this spreader bar. Her pussy bared to me is my new favorite thing. I grab the bar spreading her even more, and fuck her hard, while she runs her nails down my chest.
I’m fucking her harder than I ever have. Her tits bounce all over the place as she lets out a guttural scream.
She stares at the door, shock in her expression as she says, “Liam, stop.”
It’s not her safe word but I stop, pull out of her, and turn to see my son standing in the doorway. FUCK! I cover her with the blanket, grab a pair of boxers from my drawer, and put them on.
Nash stands there, glowering at her.
“This is why you don’t want to fuck me? Because you’re fucking my dad? You fucking whore!”
He charges at her, and she flinches. I grab his arm he has cocked, ready to hit her.
Motioning to the spreader bar, he says, “This is how you like to be treated? You let him do this shit to you?”
I shove him against the wall, “That’s awfully rich coming from the man that beat the hell out of her.”
“Why dad?” he says with a shaky voice, “Why her? How could you do this to me? Of all the pussy in the world, you had to fuck her?”
His words gut me, and I can’t even look at him. I back away from him but continue to stand between him and Mercy. I won’t let him hurt her.
“You disgust me!” He turns and walks out of the room.
“Are you okay, baby?”
She nods but remains quiet.
“I’m going to go talk to him, I’ll be back. Stay here. Your hands are free, you can take the cuffs off your ankles.”
Stepping out of the bedroom, I walk down the hallway to the living room, but he’s not there. I look all over and can’t find him then I see my wallet, open on the table. “FUCK!”
I pick it up, and my credit cards and cash are gone. My own fucking son robbed me.
“Liam?”
“Come on out, baby girl, he’s gone.”
I turn to her, and she’s shaking like a leaf. Yet she looks beautiful in the white silk bathrobe she put on.
Throwing my wallet down, I walk over to her, and hold her tight against me, “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
