Mr. Mistake

“Fine.” I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. “I’ll just fuck you then.”

I pulled her to the arm of the couch and rolled her over. She turned to jelly in my arms as I draped her across the arm and tilted her head towards the floor. Her pussy was fully exposed and glistening with the wetness of her desire. I climbed behind her on the couch and pressed my cock to the wetness after I slid a condom on. She pushed her hips back against it and I started to slide inside. Her pussy still wasn’t used to getting fucked and it started to clench up when I started to push my cock inside of it. I

forced my cock inside and made her pussy stretch to accommodate my girth as she moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I grabbed her waist and started quickly driving my girth into her tightness. She fit me like a glove and felt amazing when all twelve inches were buried inside of her.

“Damn, you feel good.” I let out a grunt as I started to thrust.

I picked up the speed and intensity once her pussy was fully adjusted to the first and only cock it had ever felt. There was something erotic about that thought, knowing that no man had ever touched her except me. Fucking her from behind allowed me to hit her g-spot at a different angle than I had the last time I was inside of her and I could feel her body reacting to the sensation. I locked both hands around her waist and held her there, owning her pussy with every long stroke that was driven so deep I could feel the echo of her moans against my cock. Even if it was only our second time together, I already knew exactly how she needed to be fucked to feel the maximum pleasure from my thrusts. I bent her pleasure to my will, giving her slow methodical g-spot stimulations, followed by harder thrusts that brought her to the edge of an orgasm, and then I slowed it down again before she could cum.

“Don’t slow down, please!” Her voice cracked when I gave her g-spot a quick thrust while she spoke.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you, so I’m going to fuck you how I want to.” I lifted my hand and brought it down hard on her ass.

“Hey!” She snapped her head towards me.

“Did you like that?” I gave her another one on the other side while she watched.

“I’m not into that.” She shook her head.

“How do you know? You’re were a virgin until I fucked you. You might be surprised by the number of things I can make you like.” I reached forward and grabbed her hair. “I bet you even like it rough.”

I pulled back on her hair and started thrusting into her as hard as I could. Her whole body contorted and a loud moan of pleasure rushed out of her throat like a typhoon of pleasure. I slammed into her pussy so hard I was concerned I would leave bruises before I was done, and she shook with pleasure that was magnified with more intensity than I had felt from her before that moment. She definitely liked it rough. I kept thrusting as hard as I could until she was on the edge again. I kept her hair pulled tight but I slowed down to keep her on the edge for a little bit longer. My cock was throbbing and begging for a release, but if I had to go once we were done, I was going to make it a damn marathon instead of a sprint.

“You like every bit of that don’t you?” I slapped her ass again.

“Yes!” Her body tightened underneath me as the confession rushed across her lips.

My furious thrusting was making her so wet that her lust was running down her thighs and mixing with the perspiration of our bodies. She was melting into the discovery of her hidden desires—things she probably only read about or saw in movies. It was becoming a part of her real life as I kept impaling her on my cock and pounding her tight, wet pussy. I felt her orgasm get close over and over but I denied her, slowing down before she could erupt. My hand stayed tied up in her hair so long my knuckles were getting numb, but she was still panting with each breath begging for more. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, so I started concentrating on her g-spot, delivering hard and powerful thrusts that caused the arm of the couch to creak and shudder against the force of her body being driven into it.

“You’re going to make me cum…” It was there before she finished her sentence.

Her body started to quiver and shake. I loved the feeling of a woman orgasming on my cock. Her pussy clenched against me, getting tight as she spasmed and shook. The sensations of her orgasm flooding through her body caused my cock to throb and pulsate. Cum began to erupt as I let out several hard grunts of pleasure. I could feel it swelling in the condom to the point it felt like the pocket designed to catch it was going to explode if I wasn’t careful. I started to slow my thrusts as my muscles tightened and my body was drained of cum. I released her hair and let her head slump down before I pulled out of her and slumped down on the couch behind her. She let out a moan when our bodies were separated and remained against the arm of the couch, her body still dripping with lust. I removed the condom and tied it in a knot, holding it in my hand as I recovered some of my spent energy.

“I guess I’ll go now.” I stood and picked up my pants.

“Wait…” She muttered, turning towards me. “You don’t have to go.”

“You said you wanted me to fuck you and leave, so I’m leaving. If you want me to stay, tell me that tomorrow before I fuck you.” I leaned over and gave her another hard slap on her ass, but she didn’t react.

I finished dressing and left her naked on the couch. I saw her cat peeking around the corner, probably wondering what the hell I did to his mama. I sent my driver a text message and waited by the curb until he arrived. I tossed the condom in the bushes before I climbed into the back of the car and looked back at her house. I hadn’t fucked a woman like that in years. I had gotten tired of the endless merry-go-round of sluts that wanted it rough and it changed my philosophy. I went after the good girls that didn’t know what they wanted—the kind that could count their partners on one hand. It was rare to find one that didn’t even have one to count. I wasn’t sure what the future held for Abby and me, but I knew that I would be back the next night, and I was going to fuck her again.

Chapter 15: Abby

Holy shit.

My body had been pillaged. The front of my thighs hurt from being slammed against the couch and they were slightly rubbed raw from the fabric. The back of my thighs hurt from the intensity of his thrusts. There was even a light sting across my ass from where he slapped it. My scalp tingled and my hair had just melded with the sweat on my neck. My pussy felt like it had been wrecked. The strangest part of it was that I didn’t care—I felt so much pleasure from the way he fucked me that it was worth every second of the agony I knew I would feel when I walked into work the next day. I finally got enough energy from the afterglow of my orgasm to roll off of the arm of the couch and sink into the cushions. Sebastian walked over and pressed his nose to my hand.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian. Your mommy is becoming a slut…” I closed my tired eyes, unable to keep the lids forced open. “Apparently I like it rough…”

I thought it was going to be about me. I thought I could use Mr. Mistake twice and walk away unscathed. As I lay there on the couch with the air conditioning blowing across my body, I wished he was there with me. I wanted him to stay and put his arms around me the way he did after the first time we had sex. I regretted telling him to fuck me and leave. It was a defense mechanism against having him do it anyway, but I underestimated the need for his touch after my body had been ravaged. It was still early and I needed to eat. Sebastian was likely starving as well. When I thought I was going to fall asleep if I stayed on the couch another minute, I stood and grabbed my robe. I ate a light meal and fed Sebastian before walking upstairs and collapsing in my bed.

I CHECKED MY PHONE as I walked into work the next morning. I hoped for a text message, and I had one, but it was from Mary-Katherine instead of Max. The State Fair was coming up in a month and we always tried to make it a point to go. I confirmed I was interested, like I always was, and walked into the office. I blushed when I saw the conference room and remembered what Max did to me the last time I sat at the table. I decided to hold a quick power session with my team to talk over plans and get some status updates. After that was done, I wrote up a report for Mr. Hawthorne, and then I started reviewing some of the work that had been completed by the team. Everything was coming together nicely; I just needed to get through a lot of reports and analyze some data.

“Hey Adam.” I caught his attention and motioned for him to come over.

“What can I help you with?” He walked over and looked at my screen where I was pointing.

“I’m not familiar with these reports here. There’s one from the FDA and some sort of lab analysis?” I opened them up and leaned back so he could read them.