Page 73 of The Mistake

All I want to do is touch him, but I’m using my hands to keep me upright. They’re pressed to the felted top. I do no more than thrust my chest against his.

“But I want you,” I said.

For some reason, this makes him jerk, just slightly. If I’d not been paying attention, I’d have missed it, but I saw him do it. Why does my truth make him do that? Nibbling my lip, I stare into his blue eyes. Does he not see how much I want him? From the moment I first met him, I’d been equally terrified and intrigued by this man.

Some people might say I have “Daddy issues,” and maybe I do, but I don’t care. Ive’s the first man I was attracted to. The first man who locked me up, but also fed me, and made sure I was safe and warm. He took care of me.

I know Rage took care of me, but he did so behind the scenes, never crossing that line that pissed my own father off.

Ive’s different. He didn’t throw me away. I was the mistake. They could have killed me, but they didn’t. I don’t know why they didn’t.

One of his hands moves from my ass and goes toward my knee. I don’t avert my gaze but I look into his eyes. I don’t want to miss a moment. Slowly, so achingly slow, he travels up my knee, and then moves toward the inside of my thigh. The tips of his fingers are feather light. He’s so close to my pussy. When he cups me, I moan.

“Ifyou can’t take my fingers, you’re not taking my cock.”

The timber of his voice awakens my body, setting it on fire. I sink my teeth into my lip and try to stay focused on what is happening.

He slid my panties to oneside and stroked between the lips of my sex. The first touch across my clit is like sweet Heaven. I don’t want him to stop, but Ive’s got other ideas. He moves down, going toward the opening of my pussy, and circles my entrance.

Ive pushed one finger inside me. Just the one, and I moan. It’s a little tight and I’m not used to having anything inside me, but I feel Ive, and he feels … so … amazing. I don’t want him to stop. Sinking my teeth into my lip, I close my eyes, and I just feel the moment. A second finger is added.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No.”

“Good.”

The third finger was a little tighter, but that didn’t take away from the pleasure. I don’t care how tight it is, or the slight edge of pain. All I want is this man.

Ive growled and as I open my eyes, I see him seconds before he takes possession of my lips. The feel of his lips on mine, and his fingers in my pussy is so good, I don’t want it to stop.

He twisted his fingers and his thumb begins to stroke my clit, and that takes everything into another dimension. Breaking the kiss, I let out a cry.

Ive’s lips traveled down my neck and his teethsink into the flesh of my neck. Each touch sent me higher. I could feel my orgasm was close and then Ive pulled away. His hand pulled out of my pussy. It was so sudden that I could only sit there on the pool table.

Iwas about to ask him what was going on but then I grabbed his hand, and we were out of the game room. I’m not sure where we were going, but then I saw the warning sticky note I attached to his door.

We step into his office, and Ive doesn’t waste any time. Within seconds his desk is empty as he swipes his arm across, spilling pens, clips, a stapler, and even a phone, off the top.

I replace those items.

I’m actually relieved, because I feel the pool table would have hurt my back with the edge being somewhat higher than the main table.

Within seconds, Ive’s got me naked, and his mouth has replaced his fingers at my core. I was so close to orgasm before, but now as his tongue continues to work its magic, I know I’m only seconds away from coming. I’m so close.

His hands spread the lips of my sex open while his tongue dances across my clit, then down toward my cunt. He fucks me with his tongue, once, twice, and after the third, he pushed his fingers back inside me. In and out. I’m so slick. I can feel my own juice leaking out of my pussy, traveling toward my anus. I’m so close.

Ive sends me over the edge,and I scream his name as I come, hard. It’s such an unexpected release. How can anyone hate an orgasm? It’s the best feeling in the world.

Ive’s not done with me, though, and I don’t want him to be done. He stands up, and I look up at him as his hands roam over my body. I’m all his. I belong to this man.

“Whenever you feel this is too much, youhave to tell me to stop,” he said.

“I don’t want to stop.”

“You’re not to be afraid of me.”

“I won’t be.”

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