Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

“Oh my God.”

He chuckled. “Stay like that.”

It was an impossible request. I was going to shake apart. His thumb pushed inside my pussy and retreated, and began to move up. Before I could form words, two fingers drove into my pussy, and the thumb traced a wet path to my other entrance. Dirty. So fucking dirty. The thumb swirled, spreading my arousal around. I had no idea it would feel like that. That there’d be pleasure from this shocking touch.

“You’re not going to tell me to wait?”

“No.” I struggled to keep guilt from my voice.

“You like it like this, don’t you, filthy girl? Riding my fingers and letting me touch you where no one else has?”

I bit my bottom lip, but released it a second later. I should lie and say it was too filthy, but I couldn’t. “Yes. I like it.”

He pumped his fingers faster, and heat spilled over, burning everything away except for the two hands working my body like a master. The chair creaked, just audible over my gasps, as he shifted.

“Oh my God!” I cried when his face was between my hands, his tongue swirling where it made the good girl in me scream.

“We’ve got to expand your vocabulary. We haven’t even gott

en to the fucking yet and you’re already stuck on repeat.”

He stopped talking and the sensations he gave me flipped the entire world upside down. His tongue traveled over my skin, licking where I shouldn’t allow. It was terrifying, wrong, and so amazing. I clenched my hands, pulling them further apart to give him better access, no longer caring whether or not what we were doing was bad. Every cell in my body was tingling.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.

“Better.” He picked up the pace. The rhythm of his fingers was perfect. Not too fast to lose sensation, but not too slow that I needed more. They drove hard, tapping a spot inside with a steady beat. Every second felt better than the last. And his tongue fluttered, making me lose my mind.

I was about to orgasm for the first time ever with a man. I knew what the beginnings felt like. I could get myself there on my own, but no one else had been able to. There was something wrong with me, Ross had figured out. But here it was, the warm numbness working up my legs, threatening to erupt.

Had Ross been wrong? What if there wasn’t something wrong with me, but with him?

“Are you about to come?” Joseph asked.

“Yes.” Yes, yes . . .

I yelped in pain as his fingers yanked out of me and he pinched my clit.

“Not yet.” There was a crash which sounded like he stood so fast it knocked the chair over. Joseph’s tone mocked. “Wait.”

“No,” I cried as the orgasm faded with the sting of his pinch. No! I’d been so close.

There was a jingle as his belt was undone. Fumbling, followed by a crinkle. A torn condom wrapper fell onto the table.

“You’ll wait until you can come all over my cock. Up on your elbows.”

Maybe he didn’t know just how cruel he’d been. He’d only meant to tease, but coming from sex wasn’t possible. What had just happened was a fluke; the perfect combination of sensation and timing. It’d never happen again.

But I walked my hands across the table and lifted up onto my elbows as the head of his dick nudged me. Even without the orgasms, I still enjoyed sex. The feel, the emotion, and the connection. I took a deep breath when his hand settled on my hip, and he began to press inside.

I’d use Joseph to drive away the scared girl. That is, if his enormous dick didn’t kill me first.

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SEVEN

JOSEPH

I’d jerked off so many times while thinking about this moment. It didn’t happen at my restaurant in my fantasies, but this was even better. She’d been worth all the waiting and then some. Her soft moans were hot, but her submission was scorching. How she hadn’t tripped the smoke alarm was beyond me.