Page 85 of My Mistake To Make

I run my fingers up, my body jolting as pleasure sparks through me, and I realize that’s it, that’s the, that’s… Jesus, Cara, you can’t even say it in your head?Do it. Say it.

I circle my fingers and marvel at the way my breath rushes from my mouth. God, that feels nice.

‘That’s it,’ he says as I start to lose my inhibitions, rubbing harder, circling a little faster. ‘Fuck, I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so good, baby.’

Oh, my god. I’m like a puppy performing for a treat. Every word from his mouth seems to push me on, and I realize I want him to be proud. I want to enjoy this, and I want him to enjoy watching me. More than that, his enjoyment is making this so much better for me than it ever could have been. I know that. I can feel it.

‘Jesus, my dick’s so fucking hard watching you. You’re so sexy, baby.’

That’s it… that’s the match to the touchpaper. I’m in. I’m all his. I know what he wants. He wants me to rub my clit, make myself come, and I need to give him that. Not for him, for me. I need to know I have him. I have his attention. I own his desire.

‘Touch your tits. Use your other fingers on those hard nipples.’

I do, raising my free hand to my chest and shivering at the surprising sensations.

‘Ah, you like that.’

A rush of ecstasy comes over me in a wave, and I try to close my legs as though it’s too much, too strong, too fast. But his hands on my thighs stop me once more.

‘Don’t you close your legs.’ He groans, and another rush of moisture floods my pussy. I feel it on my fingers and follow the path to my entrance. ‘Can you feel how wet you are?’ His voice is so low. ‘Play with that pussy, baby.’

I open my eyes and look down at him. Fuck me. He’s a sex demon, I swear. He was sent here to corrupt me and drag me to hell, and well, honestly, I’m ready to go. Bags packed, legs open, I’m his, all in.

‘Doug…’ I moan, and he exhales.

‘What do you want?’

‘Please.’ I don’t know what I’m asking for, but it feels like I need it.

‘Please, what?’ His fingers stroke my inner thighs.

‘I want to see you.’Oh, that’s what I want. He inhales and wraps his fist around his hard cock.

‘You want to see what you do to me?’

I nod, yes.

‘Words.’

‘Yes.’ The word is a plea, laced with desperation, and I squirm as he strokes slowly.

The thick head of his dick, swollen and glistening, pushes through his grip, and I moan at the erotic sight and the sensations of my fingers on my body.

‘Fuck your pussy with your fingers, Cara. One, then two. I want to see your fingers wet.’ Nerves out of the window, I do exactly as he says, pushing one finger inside me, then two, groaning at the realization of how good this feels. ‘Fuck yes. You’re doing so good.’

I lower my hand from my chest and hold it out toward him as I whimper his name, and he chuckles.

‘What?’ He asks as I look up to see him smirk and he moves, leaning over me, his dick coming so close that if I pulled my fingers out, he could easily be inside me. I do just that and try to use my feet on the back of his legs to pull him forward, but he shakes his head. ‘You want this?’ I nod yes. ‘Nah, baby. I want you to come on your fingers first.’

He sits back again, releasing his dick, to my dismay, and leaving it standing proud, tempting me.

‘Touch…’ I circle my clit again and feel it. I’m going to come. I’m going to make myself come. ‘Oh, god.’ I moan at the realization and the thrill it sends vibrating through me. ‘Touch yourself, please,please, Doug. Let me see you.’

He smiles, a naughty, delicious smirk as he starts to stroke once more, and I start to lose it.

‘Like this?’

I nod.

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