Page 21 of Stitch's Mercy

“There’s nothing better than doing other things with you. Er, rather to you.” His lips went to my neck, and I melted. “How soon do you want to get pregnant? I’m ready now.”

“I’m ready for everything and anything, so long as you’re by my side.” In the spring, I’d turn twenty-seven. Brady was five years older than me. It didn’t surprise me that he wanted to start a family right away. It would be wonderful to create a life together, someone who was part of both of us, and maybe a little like my brother and Brady’s parents.

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He turned me onto my stomach and lifted me onto my knees. He drove into me and nearly knocked the air out of my lungs. “You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.” He slammed into me again.

“I’m yours.” I stared at the tree he’d chopped down for me. Clear mini lights twinkled like stars in the sky. The antique brass balls that were his late mother’s danced in the glow, and the scent of fresh pine imprinted on my brain as Brady fucked me from behind.

“My Mercy.” He hammered into me, and I loved how he turned off his soft side and unleashed his possessive-alpha side. He could switch from sweet to brutal in an instant. But I knew he’d never hurt me. “You’ve been mine for two years and next week, you’d legally become mine forever. I love you, sweetheart.”

I’d repeat the sentiment, but an epic orgasm stole my breath away. Fisting the comforter under me, I focused on the Christmas tree and let the magic of the season back into my soul. I had Brady to thank, Brady to love and adore.

Suddenly, I shattered into a million pieces as ecstasy crashed through me. I screamed his name and froze. My pussy pulsed and squeezed his dick, forcing his release out of him.

“Fuck, Mercy!” His arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me against his chest. His cum dripped out of me and soiled the blankets. “Fuck, I love you.”

“And I love you.”

We collapsed on the floor, panting and gasping. Brady tangled us up in the blanket, and there on the floor in front of the hearth and tree, we drifted off for a snowbound, late-morning nap.

8

Stitch

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Are you trying to tickle your lungs with the head of my dick?” I hissed and squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to not come prematurely. I wanted to enjoy Mercy’s overeagerness to make the last day of our holiday getaway memorable.

She’d achieved her goal. Exceeded my expectations, not that I’d had any when I passed out last night with my face nestled between her tits.

My girl had woken me in the best possible way and had takendeep throatto a new level.

No question, I’d never forget having her face buried in my pubes. Or the sounds of her gagging as she took me all the way into her throat, or the saliva coating my thighs.

Damn. That was all I could say, justdamn.

I didn’t want to leave my cabin. Couldn’t we just live in the woods, secluded from the rest of society, and have sex morning, noon, and night? I had more than enough money to afford such a meager living. I’d paid cash for the place, owed it free and clear, could fish and hunt for food. Mercy could tend to the cleaning and focus on satisfying her man’s carnal desires. And I’d make sure my woman’s needs were met as well.

She mumbled and tapped my hip. Sort of seemed like she was scolding me.

“What’s that, sweetheart? I can’t understand you with your mouth full of my dick.” I smirked and propped myself up on my elbows to look down at her.

She glared at me with fire in her piercing, ice-blue eyes.

Oops!

“Sorry, baby. Don’t mean to be an ass. Is something wrong?” Holy fuck, she was hotter than hot with her mouth stretched wide around my cock.

More angry mumbled, but this time she grabbed both of my hips and moved them. Ah, I understood now.

“You want me to fuck your face now, don’t ya?”

She bobbed her head.

“Okay, baby.” So much for staying like this all morning. I got to fucking. To be fair, I imagined her jaw probably hurt. My poor woman. I’d enjoyed her efforts way too much and didn’t want it to end. My thoughts had distracted me enough to keep me from coming quickly. My bad.

I bucked and welcomed the sensations whirling in me.

“That’s it, Mercy.” I held onto her head and our gazes locked. “You are so fucking perfect.” My balls tightened and my spine tingled.

She took my abuse like a champ. And now the fun would end…

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