Page 24 of His Favorite Mistake

Especially me.

“Pink,” I murmured, knowing she was flushing as she ducked her head. Probably between her legs too. Her liquid heat had leaked through my bottoms earlier and I could still feel how tight and wet she’d been when we’d been together the first time.

She was easily embarrassed and so seductively curious. So hot in every way.

“Speaking of pink,” she released my cock to shimmy up my body, “if I were to sit on your face, what would you do?”

“Thank the God I haven’t prayed to since Catholic school,” I muttered, absorbing her laughter from the lie I’d told.

I’d prayed Talbot wouldn’t die, and I’d been rewarded there. I’d also promised to start praying again more regularly after that, but that had turned out to be a mistruth like so many other things.

That I was okay. That walking away from the force hadn’t scarred me. That I’d never faltered in choosing a new path. Thankfully that path had not only proved to be a good one, but it had also ultimately saved me.

I’d gotten lucky.

Evidently, my luck was in again tonight, because there was a warm, wet pussy inches above my mouth and all I had to do was lean up to take a long, hungry lick.

She cried out and gripped a handful of my hair, pulling the way I’d already discovered I adored. The action sent heat straight to my groin, and I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum.

Fuck, I was on the verge of coming just from eating her out, and I’d barely begun my feast.

With the cuff holding me in position more than I would’ve liked, I used my free hand to toy with her responsive little clit while I licked her from top to bottom. Her excitement flowed sweetly over my tongue, so I drove deeper to scoop out more.

She rocked against me without shame, still pulling my hair while she wiggled the ass I intended to spank nice and red for this stunt.

Though in all honesty, I didn’t mind that she tried to top from the bottom. Nudging her back into line would be so rewarding.

One night. This is just for one night. Don’t forget that.

I pushed the annoying voice of reason out of my head and focused on my task. I licked her harder, alternating the pressure of my fingers and my tongue on her clit, offering the occasional bite to make her jolt and squeal.

She had the widest array of sounds I’d ever heard. And oh, how she panted. I might’ve feared she’d need oxygen soon if I wasn’t in the same damn state from pressing my face into all that delicious drenched heat.

I rubbed my nose against her, drawing in a greedy breath. So good. Her smell, her taste, the uninhibited squeezes of her thighs around my head the closer she came to orgasm. Praise fell against her flesh, the kind I couldn’t hold back.

She needed to know exactly how freaking sexy she was and how much I wanted her.

How I never wanted this night to end.

When the pulsing against my mouth turned into a drumbeat, I slid two fingers inside her pussy and flexed them to find the spot she’d gotten so much pleasure from earlier. Two strokes and she was coming in my mouth, her honeyed taste making me groan as I fought to swallow every drop. Even losing one would be a waste.

She sagged over me, the hand in my hair going limp. Then she lifted up and smiled down at me, her wild eyes surrounded by her angelic halo of white-blond hair. “You have a gifted tongue.”

“You have a gifted pussy. I could make it come for days.”

The squeeze of her thighs indicated her embarrassment—or a new rush of arousal—but she got over it quickly, offering me a soft laugh. She wiggled down my body, making sure to rub her still dripping slit over my aching cock. She laughed again at my pained grunt.

“You like torturing me, vixen?” I had so many nicknames for her already. She was like a dozen women in one, depending on which showed up to play from one moment to the next. The serious one, the petulant one, the seductive one. The one who cried so easily and laughed with even more abandon.

She’d be a wonder to watch on stage. I didn’t doubt for a moment that she’d been born to own that space. That dramatic, over the top personality probably riveted crowds with the same speed that she’d riveted me.

“Maybe just a little. But don’t worry. I was taught to give after I receive.” Then she slipped her mouth over the straining head of my cock.

NINE

PEYTON

I had never beena huge fan of giving BJs.

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