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"Don’t hurt me." I know she doesn’t mean physically. She means inside, where no one else can see. She's confessing that I have the power to truly hurt her.
"Never," I tell her, and spread her folds open in front of me, giving a long lick in between. She moans loudly and I do it again. Her gasps spur me on, her taste on my tongue, the best thing I’ve ever had. I flick at the underside of her clit, enjoying her cries, losing myself in her. Her thighs tremble as they clamp down around my ears, and she throws a pillow over her face to muffle the sounds.
But I don't care. Nothing else is in my mind right now, except her release, and I keep going until she comes, writhing her hips on my face.
I stand up and begin undressing, watching her as she continues to come down. Between her pants and moans, a hand reaches between her legs and the movement of her arm pushes her breasts together. My dick twitches at the sight. I catch her eye, watching me watching her, watching me. She uses her other hand to rub her breast, putting on a little show for me.
“You’re really something else, you know that?”
She gives a little giggle and continues to move her body, subtly, on the bed.She’s so fucking sexy.
Once my clothes are off, I urge her the rest of the way out of her top and bra and climb on top. Hovering just above her, my cock brushing her pelvis, I wrap her head in my arms and give her a long, deep kiss. She cups my face, kissing me back, again subtly moving her hips under me. The movement massages my cock, causing me to moan into her mouth.
“Mmm Mia. You’re so fucking sexy when you move like that.”
“Mm hm,” she lets out a sexy little chuckle. “You like that?” She moves more intentionally, now. Tilting my head to one side, she kisses and sucks at a sensitive spot on my neck, while rolling her hips and rubbing her pelvis against my hardon. It makes me shiver with pleasure.
I return the favor, kissing and sucking at her neck, as I align my cock just over her mound. Now she starts moaning. I can feel her wetness on my cock and I know she’s trying to pleasure herself on it. I help her, rubbing my cock between her pussy lips, slowly up and down the soaked area.
Then, with one swift movement, I slide in. The unexpectedness makes her yelp, then let out a long moan. She wraps her legs around my waist as I slowly pump into her. God, I could hold her like this forever. Can we just stay like this forever?
Eventually, the sensation is too much and I begin to pump faster, allowing myself to climax. She holds on tight as I do.
When I’m done, I fall on the bed beside her, bringing her into my side. She cuddles up and becomes teary.
After a few minutes, I ask, "Why didn’t you tell me?"
Mia looks up at me, dabbing an eye. "What?"
"About Chase. Did you think I wouldn’t believe you?"
That’s been a question that tormented me for some time. Did she think that I would’ve tossed her aside, or something? That I wouldn't have gotten down on my knees that second and proposed, if only to give our child a good life.
Although, her eyes blink in a way that suggests she’s not sure why I’m asking. "Or are you that scared of Liam?"
She smiles, then shakes her head.
"Then what is it? Why didn’t you tell me?"
"I did. Or at least, I thought I did."
I frown as she continues talking. "I found out I was pregnant around the time you were in Canada, playing for the Canucks. Your old number didn’t work and I didn't know how to ask Liam for your new number, without telling him why I needed it. So, I attempted to contact you on social media, instead."
"You did?" I barely control my social media. All that had been in the hands of a dozen marketing gurus and my manager, at the time.
"Yeah. You posted pretty often so I figured I could get to you there. I asked to meet with you. Told you that the night we had, had brought unexpected consequences. Hinted at the fact that I was pregnant. But you never agreed to meet, and kept saying that it had nothing to do with you."
"What?" I never saw any messages but I don't doubt her honesty. I assume it was my manager she was unknowingly talking to, and he probably thought he was protecting me from some crazed groupie or something. But now, I want to kick the guy's ass for making that assumption for me. For brushing her off. For hurting her. And for ultimately keeping me from my family.
The brief hurt that flashes across her expression makes me feel even worse. I touch her cheek, regret spiraling through me.
"I didn't know," I tell her softly. She nods.
"I thought you did. I thought you knew but you didn't want the kid and so I settled to just raise Chase on my own."
"Never. I would’ve come to you if I knew."
She nods, but I detect some doubt on her face and it pains me. But I haven't given her much reason to trust me, especially back then.
