A Mistake

Chapter 3

A/N: Ang susunod ba palabas ay rated SPF. No minors allowed 😘

Chapter 3

I know I should've stopped him. I know that he doing this because my father has ordered him. I know that, in some sick way, he seduces me because he can't get it from the other woman. I'm a living wreck inside.

He holds me close with both hands on my breasts while he pumping slowly behind me, driving me crazy in the way he only knows. I was a virgin when we married. I'm practically his student when it comes to sex. And he's, by all means, the greatest teacher of sex. He never ever left me before I was satisfied to the point that I begged him to stop most of the times.

"James."

My hand reaches behind to wound around his neck. I grab a fistful of his hair when he playfully tugs both my nipples. He knows that it'll make me clench tightly around him. James hisses against my neck.

"Again?"

I shake my head wildly. My breath comes shorter each time with his short thrust. We're in the kitchen, both naked and slick with sweats. It doesn't stop us from having frenzy, hot sex, though.

"God! Please." I tug at his hair. "Please. Please." I become frustrated when he stalls again.

It's been the second time he denies my orgasm as he slows his thrust. I swear I'll kill him if he does that the third time. My free hand reaches down to touch myself because I can't help it. But his hand stops me before I can reach my destination. I wail in frustration.

"Shhh. Let me take care of you." He says as he wounds my other hand around his neck too. "Hold tight, baby."

His hands are now resting on my waist and he grips tightly as he increases his rhythm.

I go wild with lust and desperation. Each thrust sends me to my toes but I don't care. All I need is him and he's the only one that can give me the greatest pleasure.

"James." I call out because it's so close and I can't see him with me. I want him to explode with me, together. I need him to come with me. "James."

"I'm here." His hand slips down in between my legs, just above where we are joined. "I'm with you."

He pinches hard the bud between my legs and I go skyrocketing to the heaven. My cries are hoarse and loud. I can't help it.

"That's my girl." He still holds the nub between his thumb and index finger tightly. "Again?"

"No. Can't." I cry. "Stop.Stop."

"You need to eat sweetheart. You're losing weight." He teases me down there with his skillful fingers.

"Alright. Alright, I'll do whatever you want." I grab his hand to stop him. But his thrust never falters. He's still rock hard inside me, insistent and demanding. "Stop. Come for me. Please."

"One more time." He persists.
Oh God, I'd die even before he finishes. "With me. Come with me."

I pull his hand away from between my legs, but he's stronger than me. "James." I whimper.

"I love it when you call my name." His thumb flicks once.

"Please. Please." My nails dig into the flesh of his arm and my other hand fists his hair and tugs at it wildly. I've came twice and since I forgo my lunch, I have my limit. "Oh please." Tears streak down my face.

He pinches hard in time he thrust hard inside me, deeper than before that I'm pretty sure he is reaching for my soul. It tears a soulful cry for me and I go limp in his arms almost instantly. But he's there; ready to catch me at any moment. I'm just glad that I never blurt out stupid thing like saying 'I love you' to him. Because! It'll really kill the mood.

He slumps to the floor, bringing me with him. I'm lying on top of him with him still deep inside me, pulsing and twitching. We never use protection since the first day.

"That was thousand times better than last night."

"Tell me about it." I snap at him.
He chuckles low while kissing my bare shoulder. We're a heap of mess on the floor and none of us is in hurry to act for modesty. I move my legs, wincing slightly at the shift of position as I bend and plant my feet on either side of his legs.

"Is that another invitation?"

My muscle clenches tightly around his rapidly swelling shaft. "Oh God. I'm hungry. Can we do this later?"

He sits up straight swiftly and I gasp when the movement slides him even deeper. His hands grab both my breasts to steady me. This man is definitely a sex machine. He bites my nape playfully. "I'm hungry too."

"I'm hungry but not that kind of hungry."

"Fine. Let's get you eat." He reaches out a hand above the kitchen counter.
Since his hand is long, he has no difficulty to reach for the plate full of sandwiches I have prepared earlier just in case.

"I can't eat when you're alive inside of me." I point out but he just laugh unabashedly.

"Of course you do. I can eat when I'm inside of you. Alive." He deadpans.

Since arguing with him seems pointless, I give up and lean heavily against him. He feeds me piece by piece until I'm so full I can't move.

"Our baby will need this." He pats my rather swelling belly proudly.

My heart kicks into gear after hearing his statement. He seems excited at the prospect of having me pregnant with his baby.

"Can I wear my clothes now?" I try to change the topic since I don't want to talk about babies, especially his. It feels so wrong.

"But I'm not finish with you." His hand caresses my belly gently before gripping my waist. "Turn around."

He lifts me effortlessly and I inhale sharply at our lost contact. I love having him inside of me. Oftentimes, we slept through the night with him so deep inside of me and I sprawled out on top of him. He turns me around to face him easily and slide back home as he lowers me in his lap. I hiss at the heavenly pleasure.

James leans to kiss me softly on the lips. "One more time, kay? I need you to come around me one more time."
The beat of my heart is his answer.