Page 67 of My Mistake To Make

I dig in and scoop a forkful of the pie into my mouth, moaning as the flavors explode across my tongue. I swallow, my eyes closed, then gasp as strong arms wrap around my waist from behind.

‘You really should lock your door,’ he growls into the crook of my neck, causing goosebumps to spring up across my skin. ‘I thought about it.’

I steady my breath as he presses his lips to my shoulder and starts to trail his fingers up the front of my thigh.

‘Oh, and what did you come up with?’

God, I sound like I just ran a marathon. I can hardly talk. I’m breathing so hard.

‘I can’t stay away from you.’

I tremble against him as his fingers reach the apex of my thighs, and he stops, pushing against me from behind. The hard ridge of his erection is pressed into my backside.

‘I need to touch you.’ His lips move against my skin; his low voice vibrates through me, and I lean my head back against his shoulder.

‘Touch me.’

My whisper is the green light he needs. The arm wrapped around my waist tightens, holding me in position, while the fingers of his other hand work their way into my shorts, and he slides his fingers through my wetness.

My lips part, and the breath rushes from my lungs at the way he touches me like nobody ever has, like nobody ever tried to.

He pushes his hand down and dips two fingers inside me, as far as he can reach from this angle, and I push down, desperate and needy for more.

‘I want to take you to bed. I want to explore and worship every part of your body. I want to spend hours making love to you, but right now, I just need to fuck you.’

He grips my hip at the waistband of my shorts and pulls me back against him, groaning against my neck at the delicious contact between our bodies.

His fingers wrap around the elastic, but he waits. Permission. He wants my permission.

I bring my hands to his and push, encouraging him, and it’s all he needs. He yanks my shorts down my thighs and pushes me forward, the hard edge of the quartz pressing against my hip bones. He reaches out and pushes the pie out of the way before his hand runs up my back and encourages me to lower my chest to the counter;here?Right here?

His hand moves against my bare skin in time with the sound of his zipper lowering, and I marvel at the sound of our breaths, the music still playing on my phone, and the feel of his fingers on me once more.

Then he’s there, pressing against my entrance, and I don’t have time to think as my body takes charge, and I push back. Doug chuckles, deep and delicious.

‘Needy.’ He groans, and I nod, lowering my cheek to the cool quartz. ‘I’ll give you what you need, baby.’

He moves one hand around the front of my thigh and starts to stroke his fingertips over my sensitive bud. I moan at the contact, then gasp, my mouth wide as he inches forward, my body opening and accepting him easily.

‘Fuck,’ he hisses, ‘you feel so fucking good.’

Oh,I like that. Nobody has ever said anything like that to me before, and I feel him drive forward.

‘You like that? You like hearing how good your pussy feels wrapped around my cock?’

Oh god… I do. I nod.

‘Words, baby.’

‘Yes,yes,I like it.’

My breaths come hard as I feel him wrap his hand around my ponytail and pull my head back away from the counter.

‘Let me hear how much you love it when I fuck you.’

His voice is so low, so deep and gravelly, and I shiver as he releases my hair, grips my hips in his hands, and pulls back before thrusting hard into me.

I scream out, unable to hold back and hear him groan with pleasure behind me before he pulls back again and drives in, out, in, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts as a pleasure I didn’t know existed has me calling out and clutching at thin air.

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