Page 33 of Sawyer’s Mistake

He hoped she didn’t know he was bluffing. He needed to see her come more than he needed his next breath.

She quaked, but her hips stilled.

“Please, Jake,” she said.

“You really want it?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“I’m going to stretch you a bit,” he said, judging she’d cooled down enough. “Get you ready for my cock.”

Her moan as he touched her was a delight, but her breathing was becoming erratic again, and he knew she was close to coming again.

“Tell me, Saoirse, do you want to come now like this … or later on my cock?”

She looked up at him, her eyes impossibly blue.

“Both,” she whimpered.

“Not an option, little one,” he said. “You’ve got to choose one.”

“On your cock,” she whispered, scrunching her eyes closed and turning her face away from him.

“What? I didn’t hear you,” he said. His thumb came up to caress her clit, and she moaned.

“On your cock, Jake!”

“Good answer, little one.” She gave a pained gasp as his fingers left her but stayed very still on the bed.

“You’re looking for your reward?” he asked. He didn’t bother taking off his jeans, just lowered them until his cock was free. He fisted himself, spreading the pre-cum along his shaft. He’d never been this hard. He wanted nothing more than to sink himself inside her. But his need to control her body and mind, to take Saoirse to new places and make her pleasure soar, was far greater than his need.

“Fuck,” he said. “I need to go find a condom.” He turned around towards the washroom.

“Stop,” she said weakly. He turned back towards her. “The doctor at the Residence implanted an IUD last year, and I’m clean.”

His heart actually skipped a beat at her level of trust in him.

“I’m clean too, Saoirse. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was tested.”

She nodded. “Then, just …”

“You telling me what to do now, little one? Is that really a good idea?” He teased her pussy lips with his cock, and she whimpered in anticipation. A second later, it was his control that broke. He pushed inside her, the expression on her face almost making him come on the spot.

He found a steady, gentle rhythm that soon had her breathing hard. Placing his elbows next to her body helped him from putting too much weight on her. His preference was for rougher sex, but Saoirse’s breathy moans meant more to him than any kind of physical pleasure he could derive from the act. He knew she was getting close and smiled to himself, dropping a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“No,” she whispered, pushing against his chest. He stopped immediately. “Not like this, Jake. I want all of you. Don’t hold back on me, please.”

It was the please that undid him. Only Saoirse could make a demand sound submissive.

“How hard do you want it, Saoirse?” he goaded. He went deep inside her and felt her walls stretch around him.

“Harder.”

He began a punishing rhythm, amazed at her response. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. His hand clutched her hips.

“Come for me,” he demanded, even as he felt himself swell impossibly large inside her.

“Yes!” she cried out, holding on to him as if for dear life.