Page 58 of Mercy
LIAM
Wakingup to this gorgeous woman wrapped around me is the best way to greet the morning. The sun gleams through the curtains shining on her head like a halo on her crown. Her hair spreads across the pillow, her hand on my chest, a creamy thigh stretched across my pelvis, and gazing down at her, a smile spreads across my face. This is it, and I never knew I wanted this, but I do. This is my forever, she will be my wife, and have my children. At forty, I never thought about having more children. But Mercy has changed it all for me. Watching her with Ivy showed me she needs to be a mother. I can’t wait to put my baby in her belly and watch her grow.
I’m not trying to wake her up, but I can’t have her this close to me and not touch her. My fingers stroke her back lightly. She arches her back and moans, my cock twitches under her leg. Her lips curve up into a soft smile before she opens her eyes. I turn my head toward her face and my lips find hers. Parting her mouth, she slides her tongue against mine.
Pulling back from our kiss I stare at her as her beautiful stare meets mine.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
She bites her lip before responding, “Good morning, doctor.”
“It’s six a.m., baby girl. I have to get ready for work.”
A groan escapes her lips as she rubs her leg against my cock, “Daddy, don’t you want to fuck me?”
I shake my head, “Yes, I always want to fuck you. Unfortunately, I have to wait until later tonight.”
Kissing her neck one last time, I rise out of bed, although it’s the last thing I want to do. I really want to stay here all day fucking her until she screams my name so many times her voice becomes hoarse. As always, responsibility wins.
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“Fine!” she huffs, my good girl is being awfully bratty this morning. She may need that perfect ass spanked tonight.
I walk into the kitchen after getting ready and she stands there holding my mug in her hand reaching out to me, “Coffee, Daddy?”
“Such a good girl,” I say as I take the cup from her.
“Good girls get rewarded, don’t they?” she says and then bites her lip.
“Yes, they do, baby girl. What is it that you want?”
“I have a fantasy,” she stares down at the floor as if she’s nervous.
“Please don’t say you want a threesome. I will not share you.”
She giggles, “No. I want to watch you.”
“You want to watch me do what, baby girl?”
Yes, I’m going to make her say it. I want to hear the words; fuck I need to hear them.
“Never mind, it was stupid,” she turns to the counter ending our little conversation.
“Oh no, baby,” I walk up behind her and press my cock into the crack of her ass. I’m hard just from thinking about fulfilling any of her fantasies.
“Tell me, baby girl. You know I’ll give you anything you want. Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Do you remember when you got mad at me for watching you in the shower?”
I groan, “Yes, I remember.”
I was so pissed when I got caught jerking off thinking of her perfect mouth. It was not my finest moment.
She arches her back, pushing her ass against my throbbing cock, “I want to watch you stroke yourself until you come. I want you to come all over my body.”
Grabbing her hair, I yank her head back, and run my mouth down her neck, biting her gently.
“How did I get so fucking lucky? My perfect, dirty girl. I’ll be home late tonight but when I get home, I will give you your fantasy.”
