Page 14 of Stitch's Mercy

Fucked on every flat surface in my cabin, which wasn’t many. But it was still fucking amazing and the best night of my life.

I dragged my tongue through her tender folds and fondled her puckered rosette with my finger, to wake up my queen.

And Mercy was my queen. Now that I knew she loved me, I would never let her go.

Last night was about showing her how much I desired and loved her. The weight she’d gained had meant nothing to me. Hell, I loved her curves and how soft she felt under me. Her body was only the shell that housed the heart and soul of the woman I loved.

I loved Mercy Kolter inside and out, from her strawberry-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes, down to her cute little toes and everything in between.

“Brady?” she called in a groggy voice.

I replied by sucking on her clit.

“Oh my gosh, that feels so good. Can I expect this every morning from now on?”

I captured her little berry between my teeth.

“Is that a yes?” she asked with a gasp. “Okay, then. I approve.” She fuck my face and held onto my head.

If I died while eating her out, I wouldn’t be angry one bit.

“I’m coming!” Her nails dug into my scalp, and she coated my tongue with her cream. I lapped up every drop and stayed put under the comforter until she melted, wholly sated.

“Time to rise and shine, sweetheart.” I crawled beside her, took her in my arms, and kissed her forehead.

“I want to stay in bed all day.”

“Tomorrow we can. Today we have things to do.”

“Tomorrow, we return home.” She frowned and snuggled against me.

“Nope. A blizzard is coming. It’ll keep us put for an extra day or two.”

“Really?” Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. “That’s fantastic!”

“I thought you might be happy about it. But as I said, we have things to do and not much time.”

“Oh, pooh. You’re no fun.”

“Sure I am. Ever fucked in an icehouse before?”

Her eyes went wide. “No.”

“Me either. Hustler tells me it’s an experience all men and women should have.”

“Hope has never mentioned it.” She propped up, letting the blankets fall to her waist. Her lush tits tempted me, beckoning my mouth to suckle, but I had to resist. “But I’m open to new experiences.”

“Then let’s grab some breakfast and my fishing gear and head out.”

“Okay!” She bolted to the bathroom, her naked form taunting me as I admired her. I couldn’t wait to fuck her on the ice.

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“Oh. My. God! Brady!” Mercy screamed as she bounced on my lap. Her aroused sounds pinged off the walls of the ice hut. I hoped the dudes in the shack next to uscouldhear and were pea green with envy and went home with blue balls.

Snickering to myself, I squeezed Mercy’s bare ass cheeks and enjoyed the show.

After we’d caught two good-sized walleyes, I’d turned up the portable heater and placed it beside us so we could strip out of our clothes. Hustler should have given me tips on how and where to screw my queen. Or offered his fish house, which was like a small travel trailer on wheels, complete with kitchenette and a bed. But what fun would that have been, when right now we were doing it like I imagined Vikings had done back in the day?

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