Page 90 of Finding Mercy

I gasp, “There’s nothing wrong with my driving.”

“If you say so, baby girl,” he says as he gets into the passenger seat. I get into the driver’s seat and drive to the house with Liam stroking my thigh.

“It does make it harder to drive with you doing that.”

He slides his hand under my skirt, cupping my pussy, “What about when I do this?”

“Yeah, that doesn’t help,” I breathe.

Running his fingers up and down the outside of my panties, he hisses, “Fuck, baby girl. You’re wet.”

I smirk, “Apparently, the effects of the hysterectomy have nothing on you, Daddy.”

He slides his fingers inside my panties and rubs my clit. I gasped in surprise, but nothing he does should surprise me anymore.

As I pull into the driveway, he takes his fingers out of my panties and sniffs them as he moans.

“You’re so dirty.”

“And you fucking love every minute of it.”

I smile shyly, “Maybe.”

We get out of the vehicle, and he comes around to my side, pushes me up against the car, and places his hands on either side of me.

He runs his tongue from my collarbone to my neck, up to my ear.

“You have exactly five minutes to get into that bikini and into the pool. After that, I cannot be held accountable for my actions.”

He bites my neck, “Do you understand, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I squeak.

“Such a fucking good girl.”

He steps back, and I run upstairs to get changed.

I change in the bathroom, brush my hair quickly, and when I leave the bathroom, I’m stopped in my tracks.

“You’re naked,” I say as I stand gaping at the finest specimen of a man in the world. Not an inch of fat, all hard body, and speaking of hard…his huge cock is completely hard, hanging heavily between his legs, pre-cum leaking. If there is anything hotter, I’ve never seen it.

His eyes travel up and down my body. At this point, I doubt we’ll make it to the pool.

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his hard body, staring into my eyes, “You…Are…So... Fucking…Beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I’ve never seen anything as breathtaking as you.”

“Liam.”

He takes my face in his hands and presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. His tongue swirls around mine as he groans. Then he abruptly steps back from me. “Fuck, you make me lose all control. Pool now. I want you in the pool.”

“Yes, sir,” I smirk and walk to the pool.

“Are people going to see us?”

“No. That’s why the privacy wall is there?”

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