to me. She stopped when she was standing directly in front of me. “I’m here,” she whispered.
My hands landed on her hips and I yanked her forward until our bodies were touching. “Your bruises are fading,” I pointed out. “I don’t like that.”
Her delicate hands laid flat on my chest. I had changed from a suit to jeans and a t-shirt, so I knew she could feel me underneath the fabric. “I guess you’ll just have to create more,” she replied, her voice low and husky.
“How does that sweet pussy and tight ass feel, baby?” I asked, even though her answer didn’t matter. I was going to take both again and she couldn’t or wouldn’t stop me.
Mystic blushed, but she didn’t shy away. “Does it matter?”
I shook my head, looking into her beautiful brown eyes. “No. It doesn’t.”
Her eyes searched mine. “How do you want me?”
“Any way I can get you,” I replied. “As long as it’s forever.”
Mystic’s eyes widened slightly. “So, we’re really doing this?”
“Fucking? Or forever? Or both?”
“Both.”
“You’re goddamn right we are,” I growled as my hands reached around and took handfuls of her thick, luscious ass. “No way am I letting you go again, baby. No fucking way.”
“Prove it,” she whispered, and I inwardly cringed at how I had blocked her after only two weeks of being gone. Lorcan had been right when he said if you ever find a woman that makes you feel the way Mystic makes me feel, then never let her fucking go.
Ever.
Mystic was still wearing her work close, minus the shoes, and the image of her bouncing on my cock with her skirt up around her waist and her blouse torn open, so I could see her tits, flashed through my mind and I knew that’s the way this was going to go. I wanted my hands on her hips, with her tits in my mouth as she chased her pleasure.
I walked her back towards the couch, and she stood back as I sat down, letting her know exactly what I wanted from her.
“You’re letting me take control?” she asked, dubiously and not at all impressed.
I smirked. “Fuck no.” Mystic didn’t like to be the aggressor. She liked to be the pawn. She like to be taken. There were only a few, rare times when we were younger that she had crept out of that role and had gone after me like a madwoman. But those times had been when she had been feeling insecure and she had needed to connect with me. Those were the times when she had been telling me she loved me without telling me she loved me.
Another big difference between our previous relationship and this one now, we had been kids, living with our parents, trying to carve out time for each other. Now, as grown adults, there was no time limit on our time together. I had all night and fucking day, if I wanted, to explore every inch of skin and fuck every hole she had. My need for her still ran rampant, but there was no need for us to hurry anymore.
Mystic stood before me and I waited her out until she started to discard her clothes. I stopped her before she could make any real progress. “Leave it on,” I instructed.
“All of it?”
I shook my head. “Take off your panties only.”
Her eyes began to dilate the second she saw the same picture that was playing in my mind. She reached underneath her skirt and slowly pushed her panties down. Once they hit the floor, she stepped out of them, and kicked them aside.
“Like that?”
I nodded. “Now bend over and unbutton my jeans.” She went to get on her knees, but I stopped her. “I said bend over. I didn’t say get on your knees.”
She did as she was told and bent over to undo my jeans. The second the top of her blouse billowed open, giving me an unobstructed view of her bra-encased tits, I reached up and ripped the fucker open.
Mystic gasped before letting out a throaty moan. “Gage…”
My patience had run out, so I pushed Mystic’s hands away and pushed down my pants my-damn-self. My cock was already hard and sprung free, slapping back against my abs.
Looking up at her, I said, “Pull up your skirt and show me that pussy of yours, baby.” She immediately did as she was told, grabbing the sides of the fabric, and inching it upward. “Now come sit on my cock.”
She placed a knee on