Page 69 of Receiving His Mercy
Caren had to fight back that urge. All her life she’d tried to do what she thought people wanted, be what they wanted in order to feel loved. It wasn’t until she’d had a really bad experience and a whole heap of therapy that she’d come to realize how toxic that behavior was.
For her and whoever she was in a relationship with.
“All right, as long as you don’t stop kissing me.”
He chuckled. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Very.”
Cupping the side of her face with his hand, he kissed her lightly, pecking at her lips until she was filled with frustration. “Kiss me properly.”
“I’m afraid that bossy girls with no manners don’t get whatever they want.”
Well, that was just rude.
“That doesn’t seem very fair,” she grumbled.
“Poor baby. Sometimes things just aren’t fair, are they? But if you’re a good girl . . . well, good girls get all the orgasms.” He brushed a finger under her panties and she froze.
This was where a smart girl would push him away. Would tell him what a bad idea this was.
This was the moment of no going back.
Instead what did she do? She spread her legs wider and pushed her pussy up against his finger. “More, please.”
“Love hearing you beg.” He drew back and she let out a cry, reaching for him.
“Uh-uh. Stay where you are. You’ll get what you need, as long as you’re good for me.”
That was going to be hard. She wasn’t really good for anyone.
But he didn’t walk away. Instead, he reached for her panties and drew them down.
“Are you feeling all right?”
“Please don’t stop,” she begged. “I’m fine. I’m good. My head is good. I just really, really need you to touch me. God, please.”
“Shh, baby. I’m not going anywhere. But if your head is hurting you need to tell me. Promise.” He cupped her face between his hands. “Promise.”
“I will. I’m fine. Tough as nails. Anyway, aren’t orgasms meant to help headaches?”
“So you do have a headache, Goldie?” He captured her chin with his hand, staring down at her intently.
“A bit, but I took some painkillers and I’m not lying, I am good. You don’t need to worry about me.” Okay, she might be sounding a bit desperate by this point. She should probably pull it back a bit.
“Poor Goldie. You need this don’t you? You have to come.”
“Yes. Yes.” At this point she didn’t even bother to pretend that she didn’t need him.
Then he cupped her mound with his hand while his other one wrapped around the back of her head and he kissed her deep and long.
God, that was so good.
Then he slowly ran his finger along her slit. Up and down.
Jesus. Was he trying to kill her?
“More, more,” she begged as his mouth moved along her jaw to her ear.
