When I lean back toward Mercy, I graze my fingers over her inner thigh before I settle us back into the seat. I savor the hitch in her breath and the subtle grind of her hips. I can practically feel the heat of her cunt through her leather pants. The feeling is a blissful kind of torture. I trail my hand up the valley of her breasts and then her neck, cradling my palm and fingers just below her chin. “Why act so surprised then?” I rasp before sucking her earlobe into my mouth.
