Page 42 of My First Mistake
That’s all I need to hear. I smash my mouth against hers, fingers working quickly to pull up her silk bridesmaid dress enough to give me access to her soft skin. My hands coast over the supple skin of her thighs.
She whines. I move higher. Until I reach the delicate lace of her panties. I growl, filled with the burning need to take her right here. Roughly, I tug her panties aside and slide my fingers through her folds.
Fuck me, she’s already soaked and I think I might come in my pants just from touching her. She fucking unravels me.
I sink a thick finger inside her tight pussy and am rewarded with a thick coating of her arousal.
“You’re fucking soaked, Firefly.”
“I know.”
I work a finger in and out of her, all the while my cock aches to be inside her too. But I want to watch her fall apart for me first. I grind the heel of my palm against her clit and add a second finger to her tight heat. Her eyes roll back in her head. She claws at my suit jacket. Her muscles clench around me as her impending climax milks my fingers.
I press my mouth against her ear. “That’s my good girl. You can let go. I’ve got you, baby.”
She cries out as her orgasm tears through her, leaving her entire body trembling. Only when she’s stopped do I slip my fingers out of her and suck them clean. She tastes just as good as I remember. Then I wrap her still shaking legs around my waist and carry her through to the bedroom. We fall into a heap on the bed, hands scrabbling to remove each other’s clothes in our frantic need to get each other naked.
Soon our clothes are strewn around the floor; her bra is hanging from the bedside lamp and her panties on the dresser along with one of my socks, but I take a moment to stare at her—committing every inch of her sexy body to memory. Her full breasts and the curve of her hips to her perfect pussy. When we first had sex eight years ago, she was completely waxed, but now she has a thin, neat strip of short, dark curls down the center. Either way it’s still the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen and she blushes when I tell her so.
She wraps her slender legs around my waist. “Do you have any condoms?”
“Why the hell would I have condoms, Addie?”
She chews on her lip and I rack my brains for an alternative, because I’m sure I will have some kind of erection-related aneurysm if I don’t fuck her soon. My Addie-addled brain immediately goes to the Saran Wrap in the kitchen beforedismissing it just as quickly. “Are you on birth control?” I ask her instead.
She eyes me suspiciously. “Yes.”
“Have you ever let anyone fuck you without a condom?”
She smiles sweetly. “Only you, asshole.”
That pleases me more than she will ever know, but I have more pressing matters to deal with—specifically the tip of my dick against her sweet pussy. “And you are the only woman I’ve ever fucked bare, so?—”
“No freaking way,” she exclaims.
I frown, all the while my poor, aching cock is screaming at me to give him some relief. “Why is that so hard to believe when I believed you immediately?”
She wrinkles her nose. “Because you’re a hound dog who’s slept with way more people than I have.”
I squeeze her ass and she yelps. “I am not a fucking hound dog.” Her eyes narrow in suspicion and I take a breath and try again. “I know I let you down in the past, but I would never lie to you about something as important as this, Firefly, now for the love of all that is holy and sacred, can I please fuck you?”
“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m not above venturing into the dungeon and finding something else to do the job.”
I drive inside her so hard, her head bangs against the headboard.
“Damn, that feels good,” she moans.
It feels better than good. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
Chapter 25
Addison
# Apparently, fighting is the best foreplay there is
Wow!
Pleasure rockets through my core, lighting up my veins as Chase drives his giant dick inside me, over and over again. I never come from penetration alone, but maybe it’s the incredibly intense orgasm he just gave me still lingering in my lady parts, or perhaps it’s the four-day-long foreplay we’ve been indulging in, but whatever it is, he has me teetering on the knife edge of oblivion already.
