Page 76 of A Very Merry Mistake

“Fuck,” he hisses, giving me a little more. “You’re so tight.”

I swallow hard. I’m already filled so full, but I want to keep going.

“You good?” he asks, as he always does, with care and sincerity in his tone.

“I want all of you,” I whisper, my breathing ragged, the sensation overpowering every thought.

He carefully continues, and a moan escapes me, my muscles contracting. My pussy clenches around him once our ends meet. He doesn’t move, and we just kiss, knowing we’re the closest that we will ever be. The lines are blurred and have been crossed. There is no going back. And when I meet this man’s heated gaze, looking at me with so much compassion, I feel nothing but satisfaction.

We’re complete opposites, and somehow, we’ve found exactly what we need in each other. It’s like finding two needles in a haystack—the odds of that happening are astronomical.

Jake rocks his hips, adding just enough pressure that I think I might rip in two. But he keeps me safe. He moves at a steady pace, allowing my body to conform to him as the pleasure builds.

His lips, mouth, and teeth graze across my skin as I have a near out-of-body experience. Each time he goes deeper, he hits my G-spot, and I think I might explode. It’s a sensation I can’t quite explain.

My back arches off the rug as I rock my hips.

As the warmth builds inside me—an unstoppable fire that will leave me burned to a crisp—I whisper his name.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he mutters, the low timbre of his voice coming out like a growl. Goose bumps trail over my skin.

I have all of him, but somehow I need more. I’m greedy when it comes to this man, too greedy, and I know tomorrow I will feel where he’s been.

“Harder, please,” I groan, scratching my nails down his back. The warmth swirling inside of me transforms into something completely different.

He holds me, kisses me, and fucks me precisely the way I want and need.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I’m breathless. “Jake. Shit!” I say, not knowing what’s happening as an orgasm, different from anything I’ve ever experienced, takes over.

“Yes, darlin’,” he says, continuing to impale me with his monster cock as my body seizes up and clenches around him.

He’s so deep. He rocks my fucking world as I come. Everything seems to fade away, and I’m captured by the intense pleasure that takes hold. Nothing in the world matters right now, but I‌ know he’s close, too. His breathing grows ragged, and his muscles tighten. But he slows down, moving hair from my forehead as he studies me. This is different. This feels deeper than just fucking as I study his green eyes.

“Cum inside of me,” I whisper. “I want all of you, Jake.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, please. I’m on birth control.”

And seconds later, he does. His cum fills me, and the warmth spreads. We stay connected as we struggle to breathe, my heart rate ticking in double time.

He brushes his nose against mine and smiles against my lips as his eyes flutter open. “It’s never felt that way before.”

I swallow hard. “For me, either.”

He rests his head in the crook of my neck, staying inside me for another moment. When he finally pulls away, one of his brows pops up. “Didn’t know you were a squirter.”

I push myself up on my elbows, shocked to see the robe is soaked. “I didn’t know I was, either. News to me.”

“Fuck, CeCe, I’m addicted to you,” he admits with hooded eyes, running his fingers through his hair.

“I am, too.”

“What are we gonna do?” he asks.

“For once, I don’t know,” I admit, and it’s the truest answer I’ve ever given. Each day we spend together is one day closer to me leaving, not to mention the reason why I’m here.

Rock, meet hard place. I’m officially fucked, and I don’t know how I’ll survive any of this. But if making my father proud means hurting this incredible man, I’m not sure I can do it anymore.

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