Page 50 of Mistletoe Mistake
“No, Daddy,” I whimpered. “I don't show it to anyone.”
His hand came down hard on me, making me yelp in surprise. It stung, but only for a moment, quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure and the strong, gnawing need within me. “Don't lie to me, Gemma. Who else has seen it? Who else has touched you?”
“No one,” I repeated, and he smacked me again, the sound echoing through the room.
“You expect me to believe that? That this needy little pussy of yours hasn't been used?”
Fuck. I loved it when he talked dirty to me like that. I was so turned on I could hardly think straight.
“It hasn't, Daddy,” I managed to pant. “It's waiting for you.”
Cole groaned again, the only sign that this turned him on just as much as it did for me. “You want me to use your pussy, Gemma? What do you want me to put in it?”
Anything. I was almost past caring, I just needed some relief. “Your cock, Daddy, please,” I begged.
The next thing I knew, Cole pulled his trousers down and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass. “This is what you want? You want me to fuck you over the chair, just like this?”
God, yes.I pushed back against him, desperate for him.“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me.”
As he thrust into me, roughly and desperately, my body turned to liquid. His hands tight on my hips, he took me harder than he ever had, as if he really had been lusting after me for years, and it didn't take long at all before stars appeared behind my eyelids.
“Oh, God, yes!”
“Fuck, Gemma, fucking hell.” As I came, clamping down on him, Cole quickly followed me, muttering half-formed obscenities as he pumped deep inside me.
It took a minute for my legs to stop shaking, the force of my orgasm sapping all my energy. Cole pulled out of me just as I got my balance, and I turned around to face him, resting against the arm of the chair that he'd just had me bent over. I couldn’t have been more satisfied with how that went, and based on his reaction, I expected him to look the same. Instead, he looked at me with something close to guilt on his face.
“Cole? What's wrong?”
“I'm so sorry, Gemma.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I can't believe I did that.”
He had me completely perplexed. “Did what?” He certainly hadn't done anything I didn't want him to do.
He looked down at his cock before his eyes came back to me, confusion written all over his face. “I didn't use a condom. I just... I forgot.”
~Cole~
I really couldn't believe it. I had been intending to steer our little role play in the direction of my fantasies this morning, to get her down on her knees, sucking me off just like I'd imagined, so I hadn't bothered to bring any condoms out into the living room with me.
But then, the whole thing took a different turn, and I had been so caught up in the moment, so completely lost in the scenario we created, that I completely forgot my real world obligations.
That was not something I did. Ever. I thought that men who claimed to have 'forgotten' were liars or idiots, and I didn't consider myself either of those things. I never thought it would happen to me and I didn't understand how it had.
I expected Gemma to be furious, as she had every right to be.
She looked back at me with wide eyes, her gaze dipping briefly to glance at my clearly unsheathed dick before looking back up at my face. I could almost see the calculations taking place in her head, but then, to my astonishment, she gave me a shrug and smiled.
“It's not a big deal, Cole. It's fine.”
Immediately, I shook my head in disagreement. “It's not fine. I shouldn't have done it, and definitely not without asking you.”
Once again, she didn't look anywhere near as concerned as I thought she should be. “You're always careful with the women you hire, right?”
Of course. That was why I couldn't believe I had done this. I had never even beencloseto forgetting before. “I am, but that's not the point.”
“It is to me.” Seeing my confusion, she reached out and took my hand. “You're clean, and so am I. It's okay. I trust you, Cole.”
She trusted me? What the hell was I supposed to say to that?
