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The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake(9)

By:Sam Crescent



“Why are you leaving?”

Vicki took a seat on the far end of the sofa. Her body was wound so tight he wondered if she’d snap under the slightest pressure.

He didn’t like how thin she was. The dress hung off her body. He remembered the dress had once moulded to every curve she possessed.

“It’s time I moved on. My parents don’t like how I’m turning out. They think a fresh start would be good for me.” Vicki started peeling the sticker from the wine bottle.

The urge to grab the bottle from her and pour the contents down the sink was strong.

You haven’t got that right any more.

Did he ever have that right? When they were together, even without the sex, they’d connected. Their age gap never was an issue, and now he felt at odds. He didn’t know what to say or do.

He was a fucking Dom and Vicki a submissive. The first time he’d seen her he knew. They’d explored some spanking and light bondage together but never actually delved into a true relationship.

Because you pushed her away and fucked it up.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“What do you have to be sorry for? You’ve never done anything wrong. You’re part of law enforcement.” She sneered the words, but Tristan wasn’t thinking about that.

“I wish I’d known about the baby.”

Vicki gasped and stood. Her eyes blazed as she glared at him. “You have got no fucking right to talk to me about my baby.”

He stood, crowding over her. Tears fell down her cheeks as she stared at him.

Vicki was looking him in the eye. “Don’t fucking bring anything we had into this. You made it clear to me we were nothing but a good time.”

Her lips wobbled before she turned away. He saw the pain on her face. Reaching out, he stroked her shoulders. The need to touch her was strong. He couldn’t deny himself. Her shoulders felt fragile beneath his touch.

For a few seconds Vicki allowed him to hold her, and for a few seconds he found some peace.

Then like all good things reality came crashing down as Vicki pulled away. “No, I can’t let myself fall for it a second time.”

“Fall for what?” he asked.

“You’re married. You have a wife somewhere and I bet a couple of fucking kids. If you were married why did you fucking touch me?” she asked. Her voice rose with each passing second.

Nothing he said could stop the ache inside his chest.

Vicki shoved him. Tristan didn’t move. After he’d told her about being married to another woman she hadn’t stayed around to find out. She ran from him and found every excuse in the book not to be alone with him. He didn’t blame her. When he’d confessed to being married he’d done so after she spoke her true feelings for him. He’d known she was in love with him, and yet he continued on.

For a forty-five year old man he still made mistakes.

Grabbing her arms, he pulled her in close. The bottle in her grasp fell to the floor. Staring down into her beautiful, innocent face, Tristan slammed his lips down on hers. He couldn’t stop. Kissing her lips, he sank fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. He wanted to drown in her very scent.

Vicki responded. Her grip tightened on his arms, and her lips opened, welcoming him inside.

His cock thickened. Moving down to her ass, he gripped her flesh and brought her closer to him. The contact wasn’t enough.

He tore the clothes away from her body. Seeing her slenderness concerned him, but he wanted the woman far more. Vicki tugged at the belt holding his trousers up. She pushed him to the sofa. Without warning she climbed on top of his lap.

Within no time he sank inside her tight wet heat.

She gasped, and he groaned.

She stared down at him with tears in her eyes. The intimate moment was gone and replaced by pain.

****

What the hell was she doing? Tristan was married, and he’d broken her heart. No, not broken. He’d shattered her heart and soul. She couldn’t eat and rarely slept because of him. She was moving out of Law Castle to get away from him.

The thick pulse of his shaft felt strange inside her. He was the only man she’d ever been with.

He’s married. This is wrong.

She moaned as his hips flexed pushing more of him inside her. Vicki shook her head, pressing a hand to his covered chest. “Stop,” she said.

Tristan froze underneath her.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you,” Tristan said. He stroked her hair. She wished with all of her heart that she didn’t care.

Shaking her head, Vicki squeezed her eyes closed tight and then climbed off. Even as his cock left her body she felt branded by him.

Grabbing the nearest pillow she covered her naked body.

“You’re married,” she said.

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