"Do you think I'm justgonnalet you walk away from me, Mercy? I love you! You don't need to think when you're in my arms! You just need to feel...feel me and know that this is your life now. I told you, Mercy, told you you're mine! You'remine!I'll make you want me. Make you love me."
Amos spins me back around, pulling my ass against him and separating my cheeks with his hard cock. Strong arms imprison me as massive hands cup my heavy breasts. Callused thumbs rub over my hard nipples before tweaking them.
"Shhh..." he soothes at my flinch. Round and round he rolls my tips before stroking down. His huge hands spanning my entire waist. Kisses trail down my neck. "You're mine, Mercy. Give in to me. Give in to us. This can be so good between us, baby."
I should have known he wouldn't let me go. Not after what happened on the porch. It didn't scare me, really. I just didn't know how to respond because I've never been in a situation like that before. And as much as I fight it inside my head, this is turning me on. My hips tilt, subconsciously seeking stimulation, and I have a sneaky suspicion the wetness leaking from my pussy isn’t all blood or water from the shower.
Mere seconds later, Amos proves me correct when his fingers confidently split my pussy lips, forming a vee as they slide down both sides of my clit."A-a-amos!" I tense, his name coming out on a girlish moan.
Silvery webs of my desire tinged with bloodcling tohis fingers as he pulls them closer to his face to inspect it. "Look at this creamy pussy. Are you needy, Mercy? Do you need your man to take care of you?"
I whimper at his words.
Amos curses. "Hold onto me."
Slave to desire, I obey even as I silently berate myself for giving in so easily, reaching for his strong forearms and holding tight. He squeezes me against him, using two fingers around my clit like a clamp, then flicks it back and forth with his other hand.
"Ohhhh, Amos." I groan, nails digging into his muscles. "That...feels..."
"I know, kitten." Teeth nibble on the back of my neck. "Gonnabe even better when I get my dick in you." Lips suck on my earlobe. "And then you'll have no doubt that you're mine. Only. Mine." He taps my clit on his last two words, sparking an inferno within me. "You like that? Yeah, you like it a lot. I hear that moan."
His fingers work me hard, rubbing in fierce circles around my clit before tapping the sensitive flesh with unpredictable and varying force. Squeezing me tightly within his arms, his teeth suddenly latchhardon to the back of my neck as his taps against my clit turn into outright slaps, causing the sexual tension simmering inside of me to culminate in a powerful and inevitable orgasm.
I scream in bliss, clawing my fingernails into his forearms as he spanks my pussy through my release, legs dancing to an unknown melody as my cunt clenches around emptiness. "Ahhh! A...Amos!"
Amos picks me up and wraps me around him like a baby koala as he carries me out of the shower. He surrounds me, body and soul.
"Mine, baby girl. Mine."
Chapter thirteen
Amos
Mercy’sbeenquietsinceI wrung that last orgasm from her sweet pussy. She wants time to think, she says.
What's there to think about? She's mine, and that's that. I don't remember my mom giving my dad this much trouble, but it looks like I’m going to have to coax her more than I thought. There’s no doubt about it, though—shewillgive in to me. Starting tonight. Starting now.
We dry off in silence, but when she goes to grab a tampon, I stop her with my voice. "Leave it. Pull the covers back on the bed. Put a clean towel down and lay down on it."
She freezes. "You’re not going to let me use a tampon?
"That’s not what I said. Andof courseyou can use a tampon. But I’m going to be the one to put it in." I watched her do it earlier. Nothing to it.
"Bu-but..." Her jaw drops open in shock. "Amos! Is that why you—"
I chuckle. "Don’t sound so scandalized. How many times do I have to tell you you’re mine? I want to take care of you in all ways, and this is one of them. Now go." I punctuate my order with a pop to her butt, making her squeal. She doesn’t need to be in her head all the time. That’s how she’s had to live her entire life. It’s time for her to live in the moment and just be.
Grabbing a tampon and panties for her, I follow her to the bed, not even bothering with briefs for myself. She lies there stiffly, the edge of her tank top brushing the middle of her clenched thighs. Guess I didn’t tell hernotto wear one. Clever girl.
Mercy watches me with a nervous expression.The fickle moods of women."Amos, please let me do this myself. You don't need to—"
"Nope." I force her knees apart, my strength much greater than her own, and push them toward her chest. "Hold your knees. Keep yourself open." I prepare the applicator and then bump it next to her entrance.
"Look at me," I order when I see her eyes tightly shut. "Be in this moment with me." Staring dead into her green eyes, I place one hand on her mound, thumb toward her clit, and slowly insert the applicator an inch or so before drawing it back out. Again and again, teasing her entrance.
"Amos—please..." Her lips tremble and shiny tears wait for permission to fall from her eyes.
"It's all right, baby girl." On my next upward movement, I press the applicator flush against her pretty pink pussy, simultaneously stroking her clit with my thumb while I depress the plunger with the other hand. With the abundant moisture from her earlier orgasm, it slides in easily.
