Page 83 of Finding Mercy

This man, my man, is so fucking dirty, and I love it.

He slides two fingers in my pussy and his tongue in my ass at the same time, and I cry out in pleasure.

After thrusting a few times, he pulls his tongue and fingers out.

“I have to fuck you, NOW!” He growls.

He gets on his knees and fills me completely with one thrust as he slams into me like a truck.

“You love it when I fuck your cunt, don’t you dirty slut?”

“Yes!” I cry out as he pulls my hair forcefully.

He fucks me hard, pushing me forward with every thrust. The sound of our skin slapping, and heavy breathing fills the air.

“Are you going to let me fill that gorgeous ass, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe.

“Good girl, such a fucking good girl.”

He pulls out and gets the lube and spreads some on my back hole, and when I turn my head to look back and see him staring at my ass as he strokes his cock with lube, I nearly combust.

I moan, and he flashes me a sexy grin.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“God, yes.”

He lines his cock up and slides into me not fast but also not slow.

We moan together as he begins to move faster.

“Fuck, how can you feel this fucking good?”

He grabs my hips with a bruising grip.

“Do you like it like that, baby girl?”

“Fuck me harder, Daddy.”

I liked it just fine, but I know damn well those words will make him lose control. I love Liam when he’s in control, but it's everything when he comes undone because of what I do to him.

“Fuck. Say it again,” he says as he increases his intensity.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy.”

He fucks me like a God. No human being should fuck like this.

His grip tightens on my hips, and he slams into me with the force of a wrecking ball.

“Fucking come, dirty slut. Give it all to me.”

I cry out a throaty cry. My arms give out, and my face hits the mattress as I experience an actual toe-curling orgasm that controls my entire body. I’m convulsing and making sounds I’ve never heard when he breathes my name as if it’s a prayer.

He pulls out of me, lifts me in his strong arms, and carries me to the bathroom. Setting me on the counter, he looks at me with a concerned expression, “Are you okay, baby girl?”

I smile, “I’m fine, just tired.”

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