Page 33 of Accepted Precedent
“We want different things,” he admits, turning on the burner of the stove. “He doesn’t want to build a life with me—get married, have kids, adopt a cat that will hate me. I’ll always love him, but ever since the night we spent together, I’ve always imagined it would be you by my side when this is over.”
Lightly licking my lips, I return to my cross-legged seating position. “So, you’re ready to wife a woman up because her pussy wasthatgood?”
“Careful, Evie. Don’t act as if your mouth hasn’t watered at the thought of being on your knees for me.”
“It hasn’t,” I lie, but it’s sour on my tongue.
“What were our rules?”
“Oh, fuck, I don’t remember,” I laugh, and even Mickey can’t help but smirk. “Something about safe words and being friends after.”
The anticipation is too much as he takes his time to remove the cheese from the packaging. “Also, that we’re always honest with each other, and you, my deviant angel, are not being honest. Do you remember what rule number four was?”
A whimper is caught in my throat. “No.”
“Take off your pants, love.”
“I’m not going to sit bare-assed on my counter,” I huff.
“You’re right.” He pauses slicing the cheese and turns off the stove, then lifts me off the counter. As my feet hit the floor, he turns me around, and I brace myself on the counter.Unbuttoning my pants, he growls, “No more lies. Because you weren’t my good girl today, you’re going to count with me.”
He tugs down my pants and underwear, and I taunt, “Yes, Daddy,” unable to stop myself from poking the bear.
Crack.
“One,” I whimper, as his palm collides with my ass, and the sting has me instantly wet for him.
Mick slides his hand lower, teasing my pussy with a quick swipe of his finger. Bringing it to his lips, he groans, “Fuck, I missed you.”
I don’t have a moment to recover when he lands another slap. “Two!”
“Do you know how hard it’s been to not touch you, to not drop to my knees every time I see you? It’s been torture, love.” When a third smack doesn’t happen, I glance behind me, and Mick is kneeling. As he palms my ass, he praises, “So fucking beautiful. Your late dinner will need to wait.”
He spreads me wide and I press my chest to the cold granite. I’m touch-starved, not caring that I’m desperate for his mouth on me. I should tell him to stop, maintain the boundary I set, but there’s no part of me that doesn’t want him. He licks up my center and I shiver on contact.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
Mickey slips two fingers inside me and I squeak, “Yes.”
“Say it and I stop. Fuck, angel, you’re so tight. When was the last time you played with this pretty cunt?”
“This morning,” I admit, stifling a moan as he curls his fingers inside me and teases my clit with his thumb. “Please don’t stop, Mick.”
He nips at my ass and chuckles darkly, “You want to try that again?”
I don’t fight him—he craves control as much as I want to give it up. “Don’t stop, Daddy.”
“That’s my good fucking girl. Tell me how much you’ve needed my hands on you.”
My words leave me without shame. “When I fuck myself, I imagine it’s you.”
Mick draws his fingers out and I whimper at the sudden loss, but it quickly becomes a moan as he dives his tongue inside me. He builds me up, licking and sucking. My legs begin to shake and I struggle to maintain my balance. As they nearly give out, he holds onto my hips, devouring me until I come harder than I have in years. I cry out, my feral gasps bouncing off the kitchen walls.
He slows his pace, helping me catch my breath. Peppering kisses up my back as he stands, his thick cock presses against my ass. I selfishly grind against him, and admit, “I need you, Mick.” My voice is small and weak, but I don’t fucking care—he made me this way, he can deal with it.
“Not tonight, angel. I promised I would take care of you and I have the rest of my life to fill you.”
Except, just like last time, we only have the night—not a lifetime. Reality slams into me. I’m a married woman who just committed adultery. It doesn’t matter that Andrew suggested it, it feelswrong to want another man. We made a promise to be faithful to each other, and it isn’t as if I can have any sort of relationship with Mickey. It’s too risky and my heart couldn’t take it if I fell in love with him.
