Page 52 of A Very Merry Mistake

I grip his length and stroke before taking him in my mouth. The precum on his tip is sticky and salty. His hips buck upward and I hollow my cheeks, wanting to please him, wanting this experience to be as good for him as it’s been for me.

With firm hands, Jake grips my ass, encouraging me to grind harder against him. I throw all my inhibitions away, letting go of my control and giving myself over. His guttural grunts encourage me to keep sucking as I gently massage his balls. Our pants and moans fill his room as we lose ourselves with one another.

The orgasm builds quickly, almost too fast, and every muscle in my body tightens. My toes flex as heat floods me, and then I can’t hold on any longer. Pleasure tears through me, ripping my reality to shreds. I rock against him, fucking his face as I let go. I scream out his name, continuing to stroke him as I come.

As I take him to the back of my throat, I use my hand to stroke, working him so fucking good.

“CeCe,” he grunts. “I’m gonna—” he warns me as his balls tighten. Then he pumps into my mouth, and I swallow every salty drop of him.

My muscles are like gelatin as I lie down on the mattress. We both stare at the ceiling, panting like we just ran a marathon.

Jake glances at me, and I turn to meet his hooded eyes. “Well?”

I scoot closer, and he holds me in his arms. “I guess I’m not broken.”

“Satisfied?”

I nod. “I think I want to do that again.”

“Right now?”

I smile against his chest. “I don’t think I could handle it. Two was more than enough. Never had them back to back before.”

“No?” He gently brushes his fingertips over my arm as he holds me. I can hear his heartbeat slow as our bodies relax. We just woke up, but I could go back to sleep again.

I let out a content sigh. “I never knew it could feel like that.”

He kisses my hair but says nothing, which is a relief. My sex life, my relationships, they’ve all been shit, and it’s because I’ve chosen men for the wrong reasons. My eyes grow heavy, and I close them as Jake holds me. I’m relaxed, comfortable, and satisfied, but deep down, I know I don’t deserve any of this. Being with him so intimately is too good to be true. If I’m dreaming, I don’t want to wake up. I just want to stay here a little longer.

I open my eyes and sit up, my hair a mess. “I fell asleep.”

He’s smirking. “I know. You were talkin’ in your sleep again.”

“What did I say this time?”

His smile widens. “You were just sayin’ how I’m too good to be true and how you hope this isn’t all a dream.”

“God, how embarrassing.”

His thumb traces along my bottom lip, and those butterflies return. “I welcome it.”

Leaning forward, I kiss him. “Did I say anything else?”

He pretends to think about it. “You did.”

“Tell me.”

“Who’s Dale?”

I slam my eyes closed, not wanting to have this conversation but knowing I need to. “My shitty ex. The married one.”

“Ah. That explains a lot. Don’t worry. You said nothing that probably shouldn’t have been said. Just a bunch of fuck-you-Dales, and you mentioned his dick being tiny.”

A howl of laughter escapes me, but I still shake my head. “I have to get my sleep talking under control.”

“I think it’s adorable. You know, sometimes you answer questions. I thought you were awake until I realized your breathing was slower.”

“Yeah, it’s a problem. It’s gotten me into trouble a few times, and I need to control it, but there’s nothing I can do about it except hope I don’t say something that will incriminate me.”

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