Page 54 of Finding Mercy

As he attaches the cuffs of the spreader bar to my ankles, he notices my unease.

“Baby girl, you have a safe word.”

I nod, “I’m okay.”

“Good girl.”

He stares at me wide open as he licks his bottom lip.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re like a fucking wet dream.”

Grabbing the bar, he moves it, so it's over my breasts, my legs beside my ears, and thrusts into me.

He’s so big and deep, I can feel every inch of him.

Placing the bar in my hands, he winks at me, “Hold on, baby girl.”

He grabs my hips and pounds into me in a frenzy.

“Fuck yes. Good girl. Take it. You were fucking made for my cock.”

My orgasm hits me like a runaway train. A guttural scream erupts from my throat, “DADDY!”

My hands are wrapped around the bar in a death grip, I am panting loudly, as my back arches off the bed.

“Good girl,” he says in a husky voice, laced with pleasure.

He pulls out, places his hands on the middle of the bar, and grins at me.

In a sudden movement, he flips me over, so I’m on my stomach.

Wasting no time, he slams into me.

He squeezes my ass with both hands before moving them to my hips. “So beautiful.”

“Daddy,” I moan.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

“Harder,” I cry out.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” He says as he slams harder into me.

He grips my hips hard as he fucks me like a wild animal.

When he presses his wet thumb into my back hole, I come undone, screaming like a crazy person.

“Daddy, oh my God. Fuck.”

My orgasm consumes me, taking all rational thoughts and words from me, I shake uncontrollably.

“FUCK! Baby girl, I can’t hold back when you come like that.”

He holds me down by my neck as he empties himself inside me.

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