Page 26 of His Favorite Mistake

I hated it too. I wanted him to be free to fuck me the way he craved.

Not that he seemed to be having much trouble now. Holy mother.

I wasn’t going to survive this. His hips rose and fell, meeting mine relentlessly, and I couldn’t even gather enough air to kiss him again. The intensity in his stare held me in thrall, and I found myself moving with him from instinct.

This was what I’d been made to do. All the other times that had seemed rushed and clumsy and not half as good as in my romance books had been the trial runs, and paltry ones at that.

Thiswas the real deal.

“Get me wet,” he whispered.

My body obliged effortlessly as he pumped in and out of me with long, slow strokes. How he could maintain such precision when I sensed every part of him was coiled to spring, I didn’t know.

But I had to push him over. To know I could.

Rolling my hips, I bounced on top of him, leaning back to run my hands over my breasts. I cupped them, feeling more than a little self-conscious, but his curse swiftly killed my nerves. I twisted my nipples, pulling on them until they were tightly puckered.

All the while I continued riding him. Hard, harder. Nothing was hard enough.

When I neared the breaking point, I reached down and fingered my clit, involuntarily vising around his length deep inside me. He swore again and somehow managed to slap my ass without yanking the bedframe apart.

Talented man.

I gasped and circled my clit faster, hoping to goad him into spanking me again. I was so very close, and he felt so incredible inside me, stretching me to the edge of pain.

“Don’t hold back on me.” He pinched my hip and in turn I pinched my clit, needing that bite closer to where he was plowing in and out. I glanced down and bit my lip at the sight of him disappearing into my pussy before emerging soaked with my desire.

And soaked was the absolute truth.

The sounds of our bodies coming together were so sexy that I might’ve been able to climax from that alone.

“Next time you’re going to be on your belly again. In between every thrust, I’m going to spank that tight little ass. And you’re going to drench me just like you did before. Just like you’re doing now.” He gritted his teeth together. “Ah, just like that. Tighten up on me. Let me feel that slick little pussy fist my dick.”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even open my eyes. I didn’t know when I’d closed them. My fingers worked frantically in time with my hips as the pleasure inside me reached a crescendo.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Teasing him had done me in too.

“Jed, I’m coming.”

“Yeah, you are. Rain down on me. I want to feel every drop.”

I bucked against him, dragging my nails down the tensed muscles of his abdomen as I rode out the intense spasms. I panted his name over and over, needing that link with him.

Then he was yanking out of me and slamming home one more time, tearing a cry from my throat just before he finally let go inside me. He shouted out his orgasm, the words unintelligible but one.

The most important one.

My name. Over and over.

I collapsed on top of him, so spent I couldn’t even breathe.

God, this was it. I was on my way out. He’d fucked me into certain death.

Truly, I wasn’t all that mad. There were worse ways to go.

“You okay?” he asked, finally pulling out of me a while later. I didn’t know how long. All I knew was that we were drifting, our sweaty bodies pressed tightly together, and it was the most amazing feeling.

So much amazing tonight. I’d never be able to process it all.

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