So Wrong (Heart of Hope 3)

I gasped at the sharp stab of pain. “Oh!”

He stilled. I gripped him, feeling him inside me. He was so large, I felt like he filled every inch of me.

“You okay?” His voice sounded strange.

“You’re so big … are all men …?”

“Rule one when fucking: Don’t talk about other men.”

I laughed and as I did, tension released and my body relaxed. I inhaled a deep breath, working to relax more.

He must have felt it, as he withdrew a little bit and then slid back in. This time when I gasped and arched, it was from pleasure.

“Yes,” I said. Yes, this was what I wanted. His dick massaged my pussy walls, giving me sensations I could only imagine before. It was amazing how good it felt.

“You like that, Tessa?” He withdrew a little more and then pushed back in. “You like me fucking you?”

“Yes.” I gripped him tight, partly to keep him from changing his mind again and partly to keep from flying off into oblivion. “Do you … like it …?”

“I fucking love it. You’re so tight … I’ve got to come …” He pushed back onto his heels again and gripped my hips. “I can’t wait.”

“No, don’t wait.” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I wanted him to do whatever he needed to.

He licked his thumb the then rubbed it on my clit. “You’re coming with me.”

I cried out as his touch sent electrically charged sparks through my body. He began to move in and out of me while rubbing my clit, and I was in a pleasure-filled heaven. Each stroke of his dick and his thumb filled me with sensations, building and building until I thought I might explode.

“Come on, Tessa. Come on my dick … take me to heaven.”

I was panting and my pussy was pulsing with need. “Oh God.” I’d given myself orgasms before, but I’d never felt this keyed up, this coiled with pressure.

He groaned. “Fuck … I’m coming.” He gripped my hips with both hands and started pounding in and out. The friction w

as so good—better than I’d ever imagined. He plunged in, hitting my clit, and in a white-hot flash, I was coming. A shock wave of pleasure blasted through my body.

“Yes … fuck, yes …” he said, as he withdrew and thrust in again and again. Pleasure rocked through me, wave after wave. Just when I thought I might be done, he’d plunge in, grind against me, and I was soaring again.

Finally, he released my hips and settled back on his heels, his breath harsh. “Are you okay?”

I nodded because words escaped me. I was more than okay. That was amazing. I wondered how long we needed to wait before we could do it again. I looked to him, wanting to ask him, but the words caught in my throat. His eyes shone with regret.

He reached between us as he withdrew, holding the end of the condom until he was out of me. “I need to take care of this.”

I could only nod again. Was he really going to spoil this for me again? I watched as he disappeared up the hall. I heard the bathroom door close. I let out a frustrated growl. What the hell? He was right, he did have baggage if he couldn’t see what just happened between us was perfect. Well, perfect for me.

Self doubt rushed in to replace all the lovely sensations I’d been feeling. Maybe he didn’t like it. He came, that I was sure of … or at least, I thought I was sure of. But even so, that didn’t mean he enjoyed it. The truth was, I’d just laid there like a lump. I hadn’t touched him back. I hadn’t done anything. Not that I didn’t want to, but I was too lost in sensation. I was probably supposed to do something other than just lay there.

I ground my palms into my eye sockets as humiliation filled me. I was a bad lay. I sat up and grabbed my clothes, dressing quickly. I didn’t want to be naked when he came out again. I’d play it cool. Did I thank him for fucking me or did I pretend like it didn’t happen? Maybe I should just leave now and not face him. God, maybe he was right. I didn’t know the ramifications. I didn’t know what I was asking.

He came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a robe in his hand. He stopped when he saw I was dressed. “I brought you a robe, but—”

I tried to smile an act normal. But inside, I was dying of humiliation.

8

Dylan

I knew this would happen. My fucking dick did me wrong. I shouldn’t have touched Tessa, much less taken her virginity. But my dick overpowered my brain and I’d done just that. And now … fuck … now what? Sex didn’t always change a relationship. Even after my divorce, Veronica and I would occasionally fuck, and it didn’t change our feelings for each other. We never wanted to reconcile. I’d been with a few other women since my divorce, but those were hook-ups.