Free The Mistress by Lexie Ray Page A

bond of pure love and affection during a moment so naughty. It was a perfect mix.
    “Give me more. I need it,” he whispered, the venom running off of his tongue.
    She had to admit, in this heated moment, she loved how forceful he was being. It was the one instance that he seemed to reserve his intimidation for her. He was always gentle previously – he was almost exclusively loving and tender with her. Not that she didn’t love it – she did, but this was a nice change of a pace. This was something else. This was lust. She missed lust, and she reveled in the way it was making her feel. She felt sexy.
    “Preston!” she groaned as her body reached its maximum pleasure peak.
    He was relentless though, unable to satiate his needs. Skirting the edge of the line between controlled, forceful sex and something else more dominating, he had to force himself to slow down. The fact was, after so long without having her, he couldn’t get enough of the choked, sheet-muffled moans that she made every time he buried himself to the hilt.
    The sensations were beginning to feel good again, and her fire was now fueled once again.
    “Don’t stop,” she begged.
    “Never.” His voice was full of heated desperation. His grip on her more than likely bruised hip became stronger, and his knuckles turned white from resilient clenching. The lack of blood flow was evident, but he continued to pump her long and hard. He was waiting, waiting to feel her contract around his rod one more time.
    With one more thrust, she came. As she tightened around him, his cock was given a most satisfying massage by her love-soaked walls. Preston cursed loudly as his hot liquid filled her to the brim.
    “Preston... God... that was amazing.” she gasped, her body beginning to relax. She felt a wave of contentment wash over her, and then – all of a sudden – hunger sat in and her stomach growled quite comically. He laughed, slipping out of her.
    “As I said, wait here – we’re making you breakfast.” And with a jump, he pulled up his pajama pants and was covered once again.
    She heard the creak of the floorboard as he left the hallway. She loved that sound. Family and friends always wondered why she and Preston never bothered getting it fixed. It would be considered an annoyance by many, but in reality Marissa loved the sound. When guests would ask, she would merely laugh it off and tell them they’d get around to it one day, but secretly Marissa hoped that day would never come.
    Her hours at the bakery kept her on a schedule which wasn’t the most ideal for women with a family. She left the house before dawn and came back clear after dark. She would eat dinner with her family, but it wasn’t long after that she would retire to her bedroom to start the entire process over again. That creak kept her sane.
    She would awake every time one of the kids or Preston stepped over it. It made her feel connected to them; it was as if a piece of her was still awake and there to witness the chaos that was likely unfolding. It was a silly thing, really. She knew that. But she wouldn’t trade that “annoying” sound for a peaceful night’s sleep on any day of the year.
    She shifted in the unmade bed, straightened her shirt, and pulled her purple polka-dotted pajama pants up. God, she felt amazing in that moment. Her clit still throbbing and her center still wet, she reached back into the stretchy waistband of her pants and touched herself.
    Marissa moaned at the sensation of her finger on her clit and leaned back. “Ow!” She reacted to something piercing her side. Looking down to investigate what had stabbed her, she saw a glimmering metallic piece of jewelry. Furrowing her brow, she examined it. An earring?
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    I n a similar awakening, Haley shifted over on her stomach and extended her arms to the other side. She too found only an empty space beside her. She smoothed her hands over the sheets, and felt the cold fabric beneath her touch. The chill caused