Page 24 of Truth

“God, please don’t tell me he’s here.” I scooted to the headboard with my knees up as I covered my face.

I’d already made a fool of myself earlier when I damn near let him take me down in broad daylight. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Mercilyn.”

My head shot up, hearing him call me a name yet again I hadn’t heard in years. I still wondered how he knew it. Damn, Germaine. He was trying to get brownie points from his prez. I hated that fucking title. The only time I liked hearing it was when I’d heard it in Chelly’s voice. She’d would call me that when I got on her nerves, telling her I wasn’t as pretty as she was.

“You ain’t sleep.”

Duh, I knew I wasn’t. The part of me that wished I was asleep proved to only be a wish when he came into view. His broad chest, his defined thighs, and without even trying, the exact shape and length of his dick greeted me. He had on shorts that hung low, but what was underneath hung lower. When it jumped, I gasped.

God, please take me now.

“Say no,” were his next words.

I didn’t hear a question, but my body ignited as he placed one knee on the bed. The other followed as he touched the inside of my knees.

“I’m waiting, Mercilyn.”

I panted. Quick breaths escaped my mouth when he gently parted my knees. He dragged one finger down my centershielded by moistened fabric. I wanted to scream, beg him to put out the small fire that flickered and flickered with each stroke of his finger.

“Is that a yes?”

It sure as hell wasn’t a no. How the fuck did he expect me to speak when he had me literally in the palm of his hand? He slid both hands underneath me and ripped my panties off.

“Truth,” I uttered. My walls greedily fluttered when two fingers massaged me ever so gently. “P-please. I?—”

“Please what?”

I wish I had an interpreter, one that would have held up signs that said, “take me now” and “shut the fuck up.” Certainly, he knew he could do anything to me at this point, and I’d let him. Me, Merci Dubois, never allowed anyone to just have their way, but he could. Those signs must have magically appeared when he dipped one of his fingers inside of me while massaging my clit with his thumb. My body jolted, and he smiled.The more he worked his finger inside of me, my walls contracted. Fuck, it felt so good.

“That’s it, Mercilyn. Relax… let her feel it. Let her feelme.” He coached me with sweet, feather-like kisses to my lips.

One finger, two fingers, three fingers, and before I knew it, my body catapulted into a place I’d never visited before. Waves of euphoria danced and held me captive in spurts as he whispered in my ear.

“Can I?”

I nodded. Don’t ask a woman anything drunk off of not one but two orgasms and expect a conversation. It damn sure wasn’t a debate. I wanted him to take me the fuck down, even though my body count was one before tonight and Billy, my neighbor from back home, really shouldn’t count. That was defiant pussy I gave him. I was still angry with my parents and life.

He rose up and a crooked grin stretched across his face. He was huge, but fear didn’t set in when he tugged his shorts off and relieved his dick. My tongue slid out and glided back and forth across my bottom lip.

“Touch it.”

I blinked when he said that. He caught that and snickered.

“Mercilyn, you can touch what’s yours. You want this to be yours?” He stroked that big motherfucker, his length growing. A beautiful, rippled vein sprouted, and I hissed.

“Is that a no? You don’t want this and everything that comes with this, babe?”

A few grunts as I tried to speak must have knocked on the door of my brain, registering his proposal when I nodded. A soft chortle leaped from his mouth when he took charge, and I lost my fucking mind. Strong hands wrapped around each ankle as he parted my legs into a “V” shape. With a swift dip, his entire mouth latched onto my pussy before he French-kissed it.

“Truthhhhh… Fuck, Truth.”

His eyes lifted, boring into mine as soft, circular swipes against my center had me crying. The feel of his lips, his tongue, and the vibration of his murmurs had me about to pass out.

“Open up for me, baby.”

In went two fingers while the tip of his tongue tap danced on my clit. My back formed into a perfect arch while his free hand stroked and twisted one pebbled nipple. He sucked and licked my engorged nub, coupled with the vibration against my pussy from hums and grunt-like sounds. When his hands slid up my back, he sat my lower hole on his mouth as tears and spittle ran down my cheeks and chin.

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