“Ugh, Mitch. You’re deep,” I cry out.
Mitch grabs my neck. His eyes lock onto me as he lifts my left leg higher up his forearm. This time when he drives in, I let out a cry. He places his lips to mine as he fucks me hard. The sound of his thighs clapping against my ass sounds like we have an audience for our activities.
“Gotdamn, you feel so fucking good.” He grumbles as if he’s angry with me about it.
I don’t reply because I’m too busy fighting for my life. I swear this man is tapping my cervix. He’s hitting me in a place I never knew existed. My nails are digging into his shoulder. Mitch slows the pace down. Instead of in and out, he grinds his hips in a circle with every entry.
I make a noise that doesn’t sound at all human when he sinks in so deep my toes curl.
“Shit. Shit.” I whimper placing one hand against his stomach to keep him from going too deep.
Mitch stops moving. He leans in and takes my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth for one of his consuming and desperate kisses. I love how sloppy and nasty his kisses are. His lips devoured mine. When he nearly takes my breath away with his kiss, he pulls back and stares down at me. He grins at me right before he knocks my hand on his stomach away and sinks deepinto me. My back bows and my breasts push up to my chin as I take him deeper.
He goes back to his faster pace, fucking me like he’s trying to imprint his dick in my belly. He leans back, putting space between our bodies. After lifting my left leg up to his shoulder, he moved my dress, which had slipped back down, up my body, exposing my sex. He pulls me further off the table; at this point, most of my ass is over the edge. He then uses his thumb to stimulate my clitoris. Pure pleasure shoots up my spine. He fucks me while massaging my pearl. My second orgasm is fast approaching. I think he can tell because he increases the speed.
I start to whimper and beg louder.
“That’s it, El. I know you’re close. Don’t fight it. Come for me, baby.”
His encouraging words are exactly what I needed because my pussy spasms and I shoot off like a rocket. My toes ball up, my eyes roll back, and my body stiffens as if I’m going into rigor mortis.
Mitch fucks me through my orgasm, which spins me into another one. I scream his name this time as I shoot off to the rafters. It’s only then that I feel the hot warmth of his come. He growls as he unloads inside me.
When he’s done, his shoulders and chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths. He lets my leg go, and it falls down his shoulder to land by his side. Grabbing my neck, he pulled me in for a kiss. He sucks my lips and uses his tongue to dance with mine.
I don’t know how long we kissed, but not long after, the press of his dick against my entrance had my eyes springing open. I pull back from the kiss to stare at him. There is a grin plastered on his face. He doesn’t speak as he pushes back into me slowly.
I squeal as he seats himself inside me. I guess our night isn’t over yet.
Secrets
Chapter Fifteen
Ella
Islowly come awake. My body hums with aches and pains. It’s the good kind of ache, the one that lets you know you activated some muscles that aren’t usually activated.
Rolling over to my side, I open my eyes. My mouth is dry from the alcohol I consumed last night, and my body is sweaty. Suddenly, the events of last night flashed through my mind. I shot up in bed, my heart racing as I scanned my empty room.
“Oh. My. God.”
The memory of Mitch’s face buried between my thighs came back to mind. The way that man ate my pussy should be studied. His entire face was buried between my legs as if he was trying to suffocate himself. And the way his thick and long length slid in and out of me has my toes curling right now.
“You slept with Mitch.” I say the words out loud as if I wasn’t there last night.
Shoving the covers off my legs, I realize I’m partially still dressed. Although we fucked two more times, one more at the table and once with me riding him while he sat in the dining room chair, not once did we come out of our clothes.
I quickly hop out of bed. When I turn back to face the crumpled sheets, I find a letter on my nightstand. Picking up the paper, I read the scribbled handwriting I knew to be Mitch’s.
Had to run out. I’ll bring your car back. We need to talk.—Mitch
Oh goodness. Is he about to tell me how much he regrets what we did? Shit, do I regret what we did? Hell, No! My brain shouts at me.
Yes, I know my actions may cause problems later on, but the way that man had my body spasming, I could never regret it. Andrew has never made me come like that. Not even when we were younger, and he cared about things like that.
After taking a quick shower and doing my hygiene, I get dressed for the day and send a text in the group chat.
Me: I need a group call. ASAP!!!
