Page 16 of Mercy
He grips the steering wheel tight.
“I have a tendency of pushing women away with sex. I like things rough, Mercy. I’m not normal. Sex with me hurts. Trust me, baby girl, you don’t want to go there with me.”
“I’ll take my chances, Liam. I’m not afraid of you. Bring it. I can handle anything you throw my way.”
He pulls to the side of the road, his eyes blazing, “I won’t be gentle with you, Mercy.”
“Don’t be,” I said.
“Take your seatbelt off, now.”
I do as I keep staring at him.
He pulls me over his lap, “Ass up. Now.”
Liam pulls my skirt up, exposing my ass.
“Such a bad girl. You need to be punished.”
“For what?” I stammer.
He growls as he slams his open hand against my ass.
“For tempting me so much,” again he hits me in the same spot.
“Fucking dirty girl,” he growls as his hand comes down again, stinging my flesh.
“Get up here,” he commands.
I climb over the console and straddle him. Pulling my hair with force, he yanks my head back, exposing my neck. Running his tongue up my neck, I moan, then he bites, hard.
“Liam, yes.”
“It’s Daddy to you, my fucking slut.”
Daddy? Well then. That’s a new one. But if he fucks me, I’ll call him whatever the hell he wants.
“Do you understand?” he asks.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, and it sounds bizarre coming out of my mouth.
“Good girl.”
What in the world? My clit pulsates from two words that I would never expect to cause that kind of reaction from my body.
Placing his hands on my thighs, he spreads them with force.
He lifts my skirt and pulls my panties to the side and thrusts two fingers into me. I gasp audibly from the delicious intrusion.
“I’m rough, but if you want me to stop just tell me to stop.”
I shake my head as he slams his fingers in me again, “Please don’t ever stop.”
“Such a fucking willing slut.”
He leans forward, licking between my breasts, as he keeps thrusting his fingers into me so hard that I fear I might lose my virginity this way. I roll my hips as I moan loudly.
“I’m so close. Please, Daddy, can I come?”
