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Pulling back, I catch her gaze again. “You are perfect, Mika. Every mark, every curve, every soft spot, every inch, it is perfection to me.”

Mika’s eyes glitter as they stare into mine and I nod. No one told her she was beautiful before. No one showed her. I won’tlet a day go by now that I don’t tell her. I tried to tell her in my way before. I sent her flowers often, I would tell her how nice a haircut looked, or how her skin was so lovely when we went to the beach.

Maybe she just believed it was her son’s friend being kind. Or trying to be cute. But it was a young boy seeing all the beautiful traits of the woman he wanted to love. The woman he dreamt of being enough for. A woman who never got all

she deserved from the man in her life. One who I will make her forget now if she just gives me the chance.

Glancing down, I watch as the crown of my cock pushes inside of her slowly. Mika moans, head going back, the beautiful column of her throat working as those sounds come faster. I push deeper and deeper, groaning when I bottom out inside of her. Bending close, I brush my mouth over hers, managing just one word before I can’t speak at all.

“Perfect.”

Slowly I start to move, each drag out of her sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. Pleasure that burns through my veins and sets my heart on fire. I’ve never known anything close. Nothing and no one else could ever come close to this, I am sure.

“You fit me so good,” I grunt as I stare at the vision of her pussy gripping my cock, rippling around me as I plunge deeper. “You were made for me, Mika. Me and no one else.”

Reaching between us, I rub the flats of my fingers on her swollen bud, smiling when she tightens around me. My other hand slides up her front to wrap around her throat. There is a flash of heat in her eyes before she nods, and I let my hand tighten. Her pussy goes vice-tight around me then, as I use start to pump into her faster, harder, harder.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she pants before her eyes roll back as my fingers close tighter around her throat.

“That’s my girl,” I husk, bending close as I slam inside of her over and over, closing her air off for seconds before I lessen my grasp. It makes her wetter, hotter, her cream coating my cock. “Take it all, baby, you can be greedy for it. You want me to come inside you?”

“Yes, yes, I want to feel it,” she moans, her head bobbing. “Come inside me, I want it all.”

“Ah, fuck,” I roar, bending to seal my mouth to hers in a wet, messy kiss as I start to fuck her harder.

Both our bodies shake as we kiss, tongues tangling, twisting, fighting one another. The bed slams against the wall and I’m sure our cries of pleasure echo through the hotel. Neither of us cares. Not when this pleasure floods the whole room, overtaking us as orgasms crash down on both of us.

As I come, I watch my cock jerk inside her, watch how her pussy grips me tightly. It’s the hottest thing I have ever seen. Gazing down at her, arms pinned above her head, her body damp from taking mine, her sweet, tight cunt greedily taking every drop of me.

Collapsing beside her, I roll on my side, bringing her soft body against my chest. Once I can speak, I will tell her how huge tonight is, and how important she is to me. How I have wanted her for so long, and how I will never want anyone else. Before I can say a word, she is passed out, snuggling against me contentedly.

Pulling the comforter we tore down earlier up around us, I gather her closer. Mika smells of something sweet, and floral, and now she smells of me. That calms the beast that has grown inside of me for so long. An animal of feelings that I have had to hide for too long. I am done hiding, I am done waiting, and I am going to show her the animal she has made me.

Tonight, I will settle with falling asleep with the woman of my dreams in my arms.

Chapter Five

Mika

Whoever named it the walk of shame had it right.

Sneaking out of the hotel room of my son’s best friend, freshly fucked by him, I am ashamed. How could I have let him bring me here? Why did I let him take me to bed? If my son ever finds out, he will be disgusted with both of us. I was meant to view Maddox as part of our family, another son.

Last night, as he thrust inside of me, looking beautiful and wild, I knew I would never see anything so beautiful. His hands, his mouth, his cock, they adored my body in ways I have never felt. I have never loved my body but last night, I felt beautiful and precious. I never dreamed it would be under the hands of a boy I’ve known most of his life.

“What were you thinking? Going to bed with a boy young enough to be Jameson?”

I’ve asked myself this a hundred times as I walk the short distance between the hotel and my condo. The truth is, I don’t have an answer. Not a good one. Well, if I am being honest, I wanted attention and craved affection, and I guess I was in such need it didn’t matter who it came from.

No one can ever find out about last night. Jameson would never forgive either of us. I guess it is good that Maddox is here for business and will be gone soon. I fell under his spell so easily. Some pretty words and that bedroom look in his eyes, and I never even put up a fight.

Last night happened because I wanted it to happen.

Letting myself inside the condo, I am thinking of a million things. I am hit with the same fight-or-flight instinct I battled for so long. During my marriage, I wanted to leave a hundred times. I felt unsatisfied, unfulfilled, and unhappy, but I could never gather enough courage to go. I believed I owed something to my husband because he had saved me.

“You could have gone at any time, Ma,”Jameson lamented one of my first nights here in Sunset Springs. “No one would have been shocked. No one would have blamed you, most definitely not me.”

Sitting out on the patio overlooking the shore, I take a deep, cleansing breath. I needed to hear that from him. It washed away some of the guilt I felt over the failed marriage. Watching the waves crash on the sand, I smile. Because that is what the divorce felt like. The end of something and the start of something else.