“I feel so full,” Mercy replied.
Yep, she was excellent for my ego. Smiling, I pushed further inside, until my balls brushed against her ass. “You feel amazing.”
Pushing myself up on my arms, I was able to get even further inside her. I’d been with my share of women, but none of them had felt like this. I was so damn deep, and Mercy’s pussy felt like it had been made for me. The angle was perfect, the fit, incredible. After once again pausing to regain control, I started to move.
I tried to be gentle, but Mercy had other plans. After a few slow strokes, she slapped my ass. “Faster,” she said. “Oh, god, you feel so good.”
“Did you just slap my ass?” I asked, amused.
“Yes. Now do your job or I’ll do it again. I want another orgasm. I need to see if this one feels different than the one you gave me with your tongue.”
Chuckling, I pulled out slowly, and drove back into her. “You’re supposed to enjoy it. Let it last.”
“Forget that,” she said, squeezing my cock inside her.
Fighting the urge to come, I sucked down a deep breath and picked up the pace, so she wouldn’t feel the need to milk me with her pussy again. I wouldn’t last if she did. I was already holding on by a thread. Shifting my weight to one arm, I freed up a hand to play with her clit.
“Ohmigod,” Mercy said. “Yes. Do that. Keep doing that.”
Watching her writhe and buck beneath me was every bit as big of a turn on as being inside her, and I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “Come for me, Mercy,” I commanded, giving her another hard thrust.
Throwing back her head, she let herself go.
Liquid heat wrapped around my cock and took me over the edge with her. With two more hard thrusts and a shout, I filled the condom and drained myself. My head dropped to her chest, and I swore, still trying to keep most of my weight off her.
“Indeed,” Mercy agreed. “I think I get what the big deal is now.”
“What?” I asked, pulling out of her and standing to get rid of the condom.
“The big deal with sex. I think I get it now.”
Definitely good for my ego. I disposed of the condom and then crawled in bed with her. Tugging her against my side, careful not to bump the injured side of her head, I wrapped myself around her. “Get some sleep,” I told her.
“I thought I wasn’t supposed to sleep with a concussion.”
“I’ll wake you up every couple of hours.”
“Promise?” she asked.
“Yeah, babe. I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Babe, huh?” she asked.
I patted her bare ass. “Yep. Just go with it. Let it happen.”
She giggled.
Seconds later, her breathing evened out and her body relaxed against me. I set my watch alarm, just in case I drifted off, but every time I closed my eyes. I saw Mercy lying on the floor of the preschool.
Thirty-eight days, then I’d be gone.
I couldn’t help but worry about who’d protect her after I left.
