Page 22 of Built for Mercy

Sophie 7:58 PM

Thinking of you already.

My fingers gravitated back to my pussy while I awaited his response. It didn’t take long until my phone buzzed in my free hand.

Maverick 8:00 PM

That makes one of us.

Liar,I thought before quickly responding.

Sophie 8:00 PM

If that were true, we wouldn’t have a date planned.

Maverick 8:01 PM

Fine, I never stopped thinking of you. Better?

Sophie 8:01 PM

Much, thanks. For the record… same.

Maverick 8:01 PM

I’m looking forward to dinner.

Sophie 8:01 PM

I’m looking forward to a lot else, too. Turns out I’m the one built for mercy… as long as it’s from you.

The pause stretched longer this time. I could practically feel his restraint through the screen.

Maverick 8:05 PM

You’re testing me.

Sophie 8:06 PM

Maybe.

Another beat.

Maverick 8:09 PM

I won’t be able to sleep until I see you again.

Sophie 8:09 PM

Wouldn’t have it any other way. XO

I circled my clit a final time and pinched, the tiniest bit of pressure causing my pent-up orgasm to crest and tip me over the edge. My jaw fell open in a silent scream as I thought of Maverick’s tongue devouring my pussy, his cock inside me, his fingers in my ass—something I’d never thought about until him—him touching me in every possible way. The most draining orgasm rushed out of me.

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Maverick

Igaped at the photo of Sophie’s fingers deep in her cunt, her arousal dripping on the black leather seats of my town car.