Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

“Fuck.” I subtly shifted my hips in time with his mouth. “Right there. Oh, God, go. Go, go, go . . .”

I cried out. Not too loud to be heard below, but loud. My grip on the skirt fell away, and my hand tangled in it as I grabbed the top of his head, holding him as I came in a rush. Bliss exploded and my legs almost gave way.

“You liked that, baby girl? Riding my tongue and coming on my face?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said between pants. “I loved it.”

I clung to the railing, bent slightly at the waist, when he stood. I closed my eyes as his zipper was undone. Yes. Strong hands pushed the skirt up, and he smacked my bare ass. “I told you to keep this up.”

Fingers trailed down through my slit, and I twitched, oversensitive from my orgasm. He continued to tease and torment. I kept thinking at any moment he’d plunge deep inside me, but it didn’t happen. The waiting was killing me. “Please,” I whispered.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Your cock inside me. Oh, shit, Joseph, please.”

“This?” He ran the velvety tip of his cock over me, sliding between my folds.

I hissed through clenched teeth. “Yes, Sir.”

The push of his body inside mine voided my mind. His hands were tight on my hips, and it felt like he was everywhere. Inside and surrounding me. He groaned, low and deep, as he entered and buried himself to the hilt.

“Look at them,” he ordered. “Those people down there don’t have any idea how hard I’m about to fuck you.” His words were a blast of heat. “But you do, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ve been posting some rough stuff recently. You want it rough, Noemi?”

Not only did I want it, but I felt like this was one of the areas where I could push him. “Yes, Sir.”

He gave me his first thrust and I moaned. He leaned over so he was close. “And what about the bartender down there? He can’t keep his eyes off of you whenever you’re here. You want me to invite him up next time? I’m sure he’d love to have you suck his cock while I fuck you.”

“Oh my God.”

“Your body says you like that idea.” His voice was all sin as he thrust again, deeper. “You’re a filthy slut, and I fucking love it.”

It was a starting pistol on him, and his body slammed into mine. Jarring blows that rattled my teeth and had my body singing with pleasure. I bent over further, leaving the skirt hiked up around my waist, and gripped both hands on the railing. My biceps strained against his furious pounding, taking each impact as I begged for more.

We didn’t last long on the balcony. Maybe Joseph was worried we’d get caught when I got too loud. He pulled out of me and shoved me stumbling back into the seclusion of his office. I didn’t get a chance to catch my breath. He charged at me, throwing me against the desk.

Holy shit. The temperature of the room climbed a thousand degrees. I pushed up on my hands, only to have him slam me back down, my face against the desktop. His cock impaled me in one hard move, draining air from my lungs.

Oh my God, I loved it. He took what he wanted, and I gave it gladly. His hips ground into mine, slapping a furious rhythm, his thrusts tapping me closer to another orgasm. My fingers curled into fists and my eyes shut.

We banged into the desk so hard, it hurt, but I liked the pain. I liked listening to the desk thump and move across the floor as Joseph rammed into me. I cried out when my head yanked back painfully, my scalp smarting from his grip in my hair. He bent me back until I thought my spine would snap. My eyes flew open to stare up at him, who stared down at me. His eyes, his mouth, his hands, and his cock had claimed every inch of my body, and his soul owned my heart.

His lips closed over mine. The kiss was fire. Sin. Love. It branded me forever.

His other hand wrapped around my throat and he gazed at me unblinking while the fingers tightened. We hadn’t done this since the belt around my throat. I hadn’t stopped him then and I wasn’t about to now. His grip grew stronger, and blocked off my windpipe.

I studied the dark eyes and learned every fleck of caramel in them as things grew hazy outside the focus of my vision.

Air, my body demanded, but I wouldn’t use my safe word. I was safe with him, and he knew what he was doing. I couldn’t keep my hands in fists anymore, my muscles refused to respond.

He grew dim and the tremble seized my body, just as the unavoidable fight response reared up. I needed to breathe. Fuck, I needed to breathe. The hand on my throat was too tight, too strong. My eyes fluttered closed as I went weak.

The hand released me, and as air poured into my body, it brought ecstasy with it.

“Fuck, fuck!” I screamed. I convulsed in his embrace, swept away in orgasm.