Page 60 of One Little Victory


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“That’s it, honey. I can feel your pussy squeezing me. I need to feel you come before I fill you. Come for me. Addison. Come.”

I was utterly at his mercy as his cock drove in and out of me, and I lifted my head and met his eyes in the mirror. My body shivered from the way he said, honey,

We needed this. I needed this.

“It feels like your cock belongs inside of me, Simon.”

The look in his eyes left me breathless.

There was nothing sexier than watching his face as he fucked me.

My neck arched, and my back bowed as my orgasm overtook my body like a tidal wave of sensation, cresting that final peak and tipping over before wracking my body with convulsions. I rode out the waves, and Simon followed a moment later, burying himself in me with harsh thrusts as he filled me with his come, whispering my name. I removed my hands from the bar, and Simon pulled me up as his hips slowed, wrapping his arms around me, so I was flush against his chest, his cock still buried inside.

Our breathing was harsh and our bodies sticky, but as I watched Simon’s eyes in the mirror, the darkness from earlier had receded. I wasn’t sure whether it was talking or fucking, but I’d do anything to keep that darkness away. To make him feel at peace. I braced my arms around his and laid my head back on his shoulder, feeling his breath caress my skin.

His half-hard cock slipped out of me, and I groaned with the loss, feeling his come run down my thighs. Call me crazy, but I smiled at the notion we’d always share a first—something special that was just ours.The feeling of him bare inside me, nothing between us would stay with me long after he left.

A nagging thought entered my mind, and I furrowed my brows, worrying my lower lip.

“What is it, honey?” he asked, leaning down to nuzzle my neck, then gently working the knots out of my hair with his fingers.

“You never told me what the third thing was.”

Simon scoffed, letting go of my hair and reaching into our pile of discarded clothes for his gray silk tie. He slowly wrapped it around his hand as he thought. “There’s a banquet coming up, the Fall Ball. I was hoping we’d go together. The chance to see you in an evening gown is something I’d never pass up. But I got a call from a family friend today. I’d forgotten we agreed to go together, and now I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, you already committed to her,” I said, focusing on the smudges we made on the shiny wood floor, the jealousy evident even though there was no reason to be jealous of something that wasn’t mine.

“Yes, I did. But I’m seeing this thing with us through. Fuck my father, but until your parents are satisfied and you accomplish what you need to do, I’m yours. She’s only a family friend, honey. If I can get out of it, will you go with me?”

He cupped my cheek and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, rubbing his nose along my face. A breathy moan left my lips and I closed my eyes, leaning into him and enjoying the safe feeling of his arms enveloping me.

“It’s you I want, honey—in my bed.”

His voice faltered before adding those last words, but the damage was done.

That blade wounded deep.But how many times did I expect this remarkable man to take my blatant rejection at more before he stopped pushing? My insecurities played in my mind, tunelessly repeating, you get what you asked for, but I still couldn’t bring myself to grasp his face and tell him what I so desperately wanted to… what I so desperately needed. At the end of the day, it only mattered that there were some things you didn’t get over.

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