Page 67 of Wild Mistake
“Ready?” I fist the base of my dick and line it up.
Her hand presses against my chest and she lowers herself, spreading her knees so slowly I think I might lose my mind. I’m only halfway inside her when she stills.
My fingers hold the curves of her hips. My hips ache to thrust upward, but the desire to seat myself fully inside her is halted by concern. “Sarah?” I wait for her to meet my gaze. “You good?”
“Yeah.” Her brow furrows. Maybe she’s too sore from last night.
“You sure? Do you need more lube?”
“It’s not that.” She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t want to smother you.”
Oh. Fuck.That’s a worry I can resolve.
“Hey,” I caress my palms over the curves of her ass. “Last night you told me not to go easy. I’m gonna demand you do the same.” I squeeze her butt cheeks and give one a slap. “I can handle it, baby.”
Her eyes light back up with desire. “Yeah?”
I push up onto my elbows, cup the back of her neck, and press her forehead to mine. “Ride me, Sarah. Touch yourself. Put these tits in my face. Give me everything you’ve got.”
Her body relaxes, her thighs spread, and she takes my cock to the hilt.
Our mouths meet, and our tongues explore as she rocks her hips. Forward, back, up, down. She finds her groove, riding me harder. Faster. She pulls her lips away and pins me to the mattress with her hands on my chest.
“Yes, baby. Give it to me.” My hands can’t get enough of her curves. My fingers spread wide as they skim the expanse of her hips and thighs.
Her body shines with a sheen of sweat. Her breath comes quicker. Her movements stroke my cock deeper and harder with every thrust.
“That’s it. Fuck me, Sarah.”
She reaches her fingers between us. Not slowing the movement of her hips, she strokes her clit in earnest. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her eyes are half lidded as she edges toward the finish line.
My hands go to her breasts. I pluck at her nipples and rub them between my fingers, playing her like the most precious instrument. It pushes her over.
Sarah shouts out. Her thighs tremble. She grinds down on my cock as she comes undone. Falling forward, she finds my lips and rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
My arms hold her close and I think about cleaning my nephew’s diaper so I don’t blow my load inside her.
“Oh, my goodness.” She sighs, pulling back with a satisfied smile.
“Good?”
“So good.” She grins, but it’s gone in an instant. “Did you?”
“Not yet.” I chuckle and give a thrust upward so she can feel just how hard I still am.
“No?” Her eyes light with desire. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.”
“I’m about to do just that.” I hold her tight to my chest and roll us, flipping our positions. I take her wrists and drag her arms over her head so her fingers touch the rails of the headboard. “Hold on. Tight.” It’s the only warning I give before I pull out and then thrust back in. I reach for her calves and spread her legs wider, fucking her as deep and as hard as I can. Our bodies slap together. The springs on the bed squeak and groan.
“Aiden!” Sarah’s eyes widen and her body goes stiff. “Your dad.”
What the fuck?It’s the last thing I expect her to say, given our position. “What about him?”
“What’s he going to think if he hears us?” she whispers as if she hadn’t just been moaning like a porn star.
“He probably won’t remember.” I bite back a chuckle. “Perk to dementia.”
“Aiden.” Her face sags with distress. “I’m sorry.”
