Chapter 14

Heather

I stand in front of the window, my breasts cradled by the balcony bra, my nipples peeking out above the hem. I want this, yes, I want to feel him inside me again, one last time before I leave Mystique Island and never see him again.

I reach up and slide the bra straps from my shoulders, then unclip it and drop it to the floor. My tan lines leave white triangles over my nipples, both pink and erect now. It’s got nothing to do with the chill in his villa, and everything to do with the growing heat between my legs.

Nicholas walks toward me, confidence in the set of his broad shoulders, the lift of his chin. He’ll take me again, and I’ll regret it later.

Jake’s father? Christ, can I really do this?

Fuck Jake. He didn’t really give a shit about you. It wasn’t just the virginity that bothered him. He tried to change everything about you, from the way you talk to the way you dress.

Nicholas stops in front of me and looks down at my breasts. He doesn’t have to touch me, just breathe and watch, and I’m on the brink of melting into a puddle at his feet. His breath is feather light, brushes my skin.

“Crotchless panties,” he says.

“Yes.” I found them in my closet earlier and I couldn’t resist. If this will be the last time we’re together, I want it to be good. No, I want it to be mind-blowing.

Nicholas runs a finger down my stomach, dips it into my belly button, then takes it down further. He snags it into the waistline of my panties, tugs once, then smiles. “Interesting,” he says, and slips his touch lower, lower, until it slips over the crest and into the slit which opens up to my pussy lips.

“Fuck,” he says, and collects the moisture between my lips, spreads it over them and up to my clit. “You’re so wet already.”

“Uh-huh,” I say, and jerk at his touch. Guilt swells in my chest, but I tamp down on it, force it out of there. I have to enjoy this moment with him. It will be the last one I get because, like it or not, what I’m feeling for him is forbidden. It will never work out between us.

From what I’ve heard, Nicholas is a good guy, and Jake happens to have him in the palm of his hand. One ill word and I’ll be out the door… fuck it, out the window.

Nicholas inserts two fingers into my pussy and brings me back into focus. “Where are you? You’re not here with me. Who are you thinking about?”

“No one but you,” I whisper, and suck in the last of the sentence as he plunges his fingers deeper still. He brushes against my g-spot and I shudder. “Oh, god.”

“Fuck it,” Nicholas says, and pulls out of me. He strips off his boxers and frees his dick, then slams me against the window, so that my ass is pressed to it. He lifts one of my legs and hooks it around his body, grabs both my ass cheeks and angles me toward him.

I arch my back and stare at him from behind my mask. All that matters is us, and this moment, but I still can’t shake my guilt.

He presses his fat head into my pussy, widening me again, for the fourth time in two days, and spears me on his length. He fills me completely, and spines of pleasure pierce and shatter any hint of hesitation from my end.

“Oh, god,” I say.

“I want to see you again after this weekend,” Nicholas growls, and doesn’t move, just holds me there, against the window, as people walk by in the background.

The glass warms rapidly under my skin. “Daddy, please, just fuck me. I need you.”

“I need you, too,” he says and draws his cock out to the tip, then rams it into my cunt again, all the way to the hilt. “I need this pussy wrapped around me at least once a day, every day from now on.”

I hold back a gasp but shiver – it’s the pleasure and the fantasy that this could be true. “Every day?”

“Fuck yes,” he says, and draws himself out again, pushes back in. “Every fucking day. Christ, you’re hot.” He means my core, the very part of me that he’s penetrating, right now. “And you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I say. “I promise.” But I promise for the weekend, not for the foreseeable future.

He grunts and takes it as acquiescence – he thinks I’ll be with him after this. He holds me upright and pounds into me, slamming us both against the window again and again. It creaks, but neither of us can stop.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my breasts outward, toward him. He bends and tries to suck my nipple but it sets us off kilter.

We stumble, we fall sideways and he catches the desk, keeps us upright.

“Come,” he says and slips out of me. He bends, scoops me up in his arms, one behind my knees, the other at my back, and carries me to the bed.

I’m a bundle of raw nerve-endings. My pussy throbs, swollen, dripping for him. “Hurry,” I hiss. “Hurry, Daddy, please.”

Nicholas throws me onto the bed, then crawls up my body, much the same way he did on the night I lost my virginity. He braces himself either side of me and stares into my eyes, uses one hand to tease me with the head of his dick.

He runs it between my lips and up to my clit again and again.

“Daddy!”

Nicholas laughs, a throaty chuckle that vibrates through my chest. Slowly, he enters me, slipping in with ease now, throbbing intermittently.

My eyes roll back in my head. I want nothing more than for him to fill me up again. Each time he comes inside me, it’s like I’m his. I’m claimed by him, and I love that. I love the feeling of belonging to this overbearing, delicious man.

“Look at me,” he says.

I focus on him again, search those blue orbs.

He thrusts into me, one deep movement, and I hold his gaze. We’re locked in on each other. Every movement brings another gasp from me, and he watches. He watches my every breath and shudder.

His thrusts become more desperate. He grazes my g-spot and I cry out.

“Don’t look away,” Nicholas says. “Don’t look away.”

I keep my gaze glued on the front of his white mask, the eyes peering from them, the fine shade of stubble along his jaw, and those lips. Those lips are open slightly, he’s slack, caught in this moment of vulnerability.

The start of his orgasm swells his cock larger and brings on my own climax. It’s not the same as the others I’ve had before; it’s brought on solely by his presence inside me, his girth, and the expression in his eyes.

They burn for me.

Nicholas pounds into me hard, and throbs, releases in three long thrusts, still holding my focus, still watching me, his jaw dropped now, breaths bathing my face.

I clench around him and rock through my orgasm, my legs and arms wrapped around him.

And then it’s over. He lowers his body and rests his forehead against mine, leaves his dick inside me, pulsing through the aftershocks of our lovemaking.

“I don’t want this to end,” I say – the admission slips out.

“It doesn’t have to.”