Page 56 of Mercy
She groans loudly.
I love the fire she still has after everything she’s been through. But when we get back to the hospital, the fire I admired not so long ago is annoying to say the least.
She sits in the back of the car, arms folded across her chest, “I’m not going in.”
“Ivy, get out of the car please,” I stand against the open door.
“I can’t want to.”
“IVY!”
Mercy comes up behind me, “Liam don’t.”
She reaches her hand into the car towards Ivy, “Come on, baby. You can do this.”
I tried to get her out for fifteen minutes and nothing. Mercy tries for thirty seconds, and she gets out of the car in an instant.
She puts her hand in Mercy’s, “Can we draw butterflies tomorrow?”
“I’d like that a lot,” Mercy gushes.
We walk back into the hospital, and I’m hit with the realization that Mercy is going to be an amazing mother one day. But me, I’ve pretty much struck out in the parent department. Would it be different with Mercy being there? I take a deep breath to calm myself down. I’m clearly getting way ahead of myself here.
After we get her settled in her room, we leave with the promise of butterfly pictures for my girls tomorrow. I’d much rather be involved with that than be the person responsible for the poison that will be put into her body. It’s not a choice, this is the only treatment that will be effective for her cancer. We both say our goodbyes and Mercy kisses her on the forehead.
* * *
Once we get back to my house, I sit Mercy down in the living room. “Talk to me, baby. What made you so upset?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Pulling her into my arms, I run my hand through her hair as I kiss the top of her head, “Please talk to me.”
“I’m going to miss her. Once she’s cancer free, she’ll leave the hospital and go God knows where. You’ll see her for check-ups but I won’t. I’ll never see her again, Liam. She’ll just be…gone.”
“I know, this is the hard part of the job, baby.”
“No. This isn’t just my job. We both know we are attached to her in a different way than any other patient.”
She climbs onto my lap, straddling me, “Kiss me. I need you to take away my pain.”
Not giving me a chance to respond she slams her lips to mine, and her tongue aggressively enters my mouth. When she moans into my mouth I react with need. I fist both of my hands in her hair pulling her head back, I bite her neck, kissing where I bit. She cries out as my hands touch her ass.
“Clothes off, now,” I demand.
She gets up and I watch her take her clothes off, she’s so sexy.
With a furrowed brow she demands, “You take your clothes off too or I'll put more on.”
I chuckle, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Once we are both naked, I sit on the couch again, “Ride my dick, baby.”
She bites her lip and then smiles a seductive smile.
Climbing on top of me, she lines her entrance with my cock, and slides down taking my length inside her ravenous pussy. She leans forward slightly, placing her hands on my shoulders, while she bounces up and down on me. When her tits hit me in the face, I’m a happy man, I grab one and suck on her pink bud. There’s a mirror on the wall across the room, and I watch her ass as she fucks me, it jiggles with perfection, her head is back, and her long hair flows down, touching the top of her ass. Watching her use my cock for her pleasure is so erotic.
“What are you looking at?” she asks, clearly annoyed.
