Page 74 of No Mistakes

He pulls back, chin slick, eyes dark with hunger.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” he says, standing again, towering over me.

He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me over towards the window. He places me down, spinning me around so I’m facing the outside.

I brace myself against it, my chest still rising and falling in short, shallow breaths.

The garden sprawls far in the December air beyond the window, and I can see our reflection.

Hisreflection.

His frame is broad behind me, his jaw clenched, trousers already pushed down as his eyes stay locked on my ass like he’s going to ruin me all over again.

And I want him to.

Ant grips my hips and pulls me back into him, letting me feel the hard length of his cock through his boxers as he leans down, mouth grazing my ear.

“I should take my time,” he whispers, voice low and dark, sending shivers down my spine. “But I’ve been holding back for too long since I last had you.”

His hand wraps around both my wrists, pinning them above my head against the glass. His other hand slides between my legs again, fingers teasing as he spreads them apart.

I watch through the reflection as he removes his hand, pulling his boxers down, giving me the beautiful view of his cock, the piercing glinting from the light.

He reaches between my thighs, running a hand across my pussy, and I quickly look over my shoulder as he runs it over the length of his cock, preparing it for me.

I whimper from the sight alone, and he steps forward, my body feeling him instantly as he presses against my entrance.

He pushes inside me with one slow, brutal thrust, and I cry out, but he claps his hand over my mouth before the sound escapes too loudly.

“Quiet,” he growls in my ear, “You want them to hear you?”

I moan against his palm, eyes rolling back as he pulls out almost completely, before slamming back in again, harder.

“Mine,” he growls with the next thrust.

Again. “Mine.”

Each word is a claim, each thrust a dedication. His hips snap against mine, brutal and deep, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room.

I’m already shaking, gasping into his hand, completely under his control. One of his hands keeps my wrists pinned. The other on my mouth, keeping me quiet while he fucks me harder.

“Look at us.” He says, leaning in. I lift my head, catching our reflection. My cheeks are flushed, panting, legs spread, but my eyes flick to him behind me, teeth bared, eyes locked on mine like nothing in the world matters.

“You feel this?” He hisses, “No one else gets this. No one else touches what’s mine.”

He bites down on the back of my shoulder, his teeth dragging across my skin as his rhythm speeds up. My knees nearly give out, but he holds me up, keeping me in place between his chest and the window.

The glass fogs with each breath, while my nipples brush against the cold with every thrust, the sensitivity building all over again.

“You’re gonna cum for me again,” he mutters, voice ragged. “Right here, pressed up against the window like my perfect little fucktoy.”

I can’t stop it, my body clenches around him, pleasure surging back with brutal intensity. My moans are muffled against his palm, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as he pounds into me with everything he’s got, chasing his own release while keeping me locked down tight.

“God, Mandy…fuck…you’remine,” he snarls one last time, thrusting deep and holding, his body tensing behind me as he releases inside me with a groan.

We’re both breathless, still pressed against the glass. His hand finally drops from my mouth, and I gasp for air, still trembling, still pulsing as he stays inside me.

He doesn’t move, just holds me up with his arms as they stay wrapped around my middle from behind. His lips brushing the back of my neck as he kisses me softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, trouble.”