Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 88

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He began to caress her tits, pinching and twirling her nipples as she kept sucking him. The sharp feeling of pleasure traveled straight to the middle of her thighs as his legs jerked and he muttered a string of curses she could barely make out.

She began to wiggle her ass, the friction giving her a bit of release from the torturous arousal she was feeling from pushing her head further down till his crown was stretching past her throat.

Her eyes watered, his large member making it hard for air to pass through her mouth. George had grabbed her hair and held her in place so she couldn’t move. She gripped his thighs for support as her face reddened and George felt even more turned on by this sight.

She was breathless, choking and still wanted his dick. Fucking greedy.

“Look at you. So beautiful while my dick is inside your tiny mouth, fucking you till you can’t breathe.” She whimpered through her nose, a single tear streaming down her eye. He wiped it with his thumb, feeling his dick get hardened inside her mouth as she cupped his balls.

He threw his head back and cursed before dragging her head up by the hair and slamming back down on his dick. He did it again for a while, the head of his dick hitting and bruising the roof of her mouth and her throat.

Cheryl squeezed his balls, causing a deep, shuddering breath to leave his lips as heat coiled tightly in his lower abdomen, an unbearable tension winding through every nerve in his body. His muscles locked, his hands gripping the cushions beside him, desperate for something to anchor himself as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, each pulse sending another jolt of raw, electric sensation down his spine. His skin was on fire, hypersensitive to every single movement, every slow, lingering touch that sent him spiraling further into the abyss.

His breath hitched, a strangled groan escaping as his thighs tensed involuntarily. His vision blurred, his mind shutting down to everything except this—this relentless, intoxicating pleasure that had him teetering on the edge of sanity.

It was too much. The heat, the pressure, the exquisite torment of being drawn so close, only to hold on for one more second, one more moment before the fall. He was lost in it, in her, drowning in the overwhelming need to let go.

But then carried her, pinned her to the sofa with her face mushed into the cushion as he fucked her from behind. In one quick sweep, he thrusted her pussy, moving fast until he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

With her pleasurable, muffled screams, her hands clasped together behind her and his dick slamming into her warm, wet core, he lost it all and found himself spilling his seed into her. All of it, until he was empty and he fell on the sofa beside him.

“That was…” He couldn’t complete his sentence as he looked beside him and saw Cheryl spreading her legs wide in front of him.

The sight of her pussy, already reddened due to the impact of the last sex. But she was still dripping wet as ever, her body squirming against the sofa as she ran her fingers up her thighs.

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“You can leave me hanging now, daddy.” She cooed, her lips pouting in a manner that made him go crazy.

So touched his dick, feeling it rise as he spoke.

“Touch yourself for me, sugar. And don’t come unless I say so.”

She nodded quickly and began to circle her clit with her two fingers, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she did so. The other hand was busy grabbing each tit, twisting and twirling her nipples as well. Her lips parted, her eyes shut as she let out sharp gasps when her fingers went down between her fold to finally slip inside her pussy.

It was so wet, so enticing and tempting that it took all his willpower to not ram his dick inside her wet, tight pussy. Instead, he continued to caress his dick as if trying to calm it down.

Cheryl had lost all sense of shyness that he knew her to possess before as her two fingers went in and out of her core. With each thrust increased the pace and the loudness of her moans. She was enjoying this way too much.

George quickly grab her head and jerked her eyes open so she could look at him.

“Keep your eyes on me, Angel.” She nodded again, unable to speak as she began to rock her fingers, adding

another one to stretch it.

By this time, Cheryl could feel her stomach coil, her muscles clench and her insides pool with orgasm. Watching him struggle to restrain himself by patting his huge dick was a huge turn on that she didn’t know when she started thrusting herself faster than intended, her eyes fixed on his dick.

She was getting closer, she could feel it.

“I’m about…I’m about to come, daddy. Please, let me come.” She begged, her voice laced with desperation.

Just this once, she needed this release. “Please.”

She begged again and this time, George couldn’t keep it to himself as he began to massage his throbbing dick to ease it of the ache. He went up and down as he watched her fuck herself with her hand, her juice dripping hard and soaking the cushion. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head as she arched her back, ready to burst. He continued to stroke his dick harder and faster, watching as she was lost in her own world. Then, he yelled, ” come for me, Angel. I want you to fucking spray your juice on me like a good girl!”

As if on cue, Cheryl hurriedly removed her fingers and caressed her clit, adding pressure until it began to rain, her screaming so loud anyone coming from outside could hear it. Following her, George found himself reaching the edge as well, his seed spraying all over till he was spent.

Then all that was heard in the room was their ragged breaths and soft kisses as he let her sleep off in his arms.

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George gripped the steering wheel, his thoughts filled with Cheryl. He should have known something was wrong sooner. The way she clung to him, the way her voice trembled when she spoke and when he found out, it wasn’t just about a bad argument with her parents. It was harder than that. And now, he was about to find out just how

hard.

Vanessa’s words echoed in his head. “Her parents neglected her and were too busy showing off their perfection rather than be a perfect parent.” He had listened carefully. “I mean, what parent put pressure on their child because of their debt.”

Cheryl’s parents had all but abandoned her, lost in the wreckage of their toxic marriage. Her father, whom George recognized once as a respected man, had started selling off their belongings to cover some mysterious debt. And now, things had spiraled even further as he was about to sell his establishment, the very foundation of whatever pride he had left.

George pulled into Daniel’s driveway and killed the engine. He exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the frustration tightening his chest. Cheryl had suffered in silence for too long.

Stepping out, he walked up to the house and knocked. The door opened, and Daniel’s wife greeted him with a warm but tired smile. “George, I haven’t seen you in such a long time. Do come in. Let me get you some food, or at least some water. You must be tired.”

He shook his head slightly. “I’m fine, really. I won’t be long.”

But as he stepped inside, his eyes caught Cheryl. She was standing near the hallway, frozen for a second. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink when their gazes locked. She looked better than the last time he saw her. She was less shaken, but still held the heavy weight of all she’s been through, her eyes droopy. George clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away before he did something reckless.

Daniel walked in a moment later, offering a firm handshake. “George, I appreciate you coming.”

They moved to the living room, sitting across from each other. “I know we haven’t spoken much together but I heard about the debt,” George said, cutting straight to the point. “And after much contemplation, I decided that I’ll loan you the money.”

Daniel let out a dry laugh. “Loan me the money? Hell, George, I don’t know if I can pay you back anytime soon. The situation is bad.”

“Then don’t pay me back soon. Just get yourself out of this mess.”

Daniel rubbed a hand over his face. “I was actually thinking of selling the establishment to you instead.”

George shook his head. “No. That place is yours. You built it, and you should keep it.”

Silence stretched between them. Daniel looked exhausted, like a man who had been fighting battles on all fronts and losing every single one.

Before George stood up to leave, he leveled Daniel with a look. “Also, I’d love to ask that you let Cheryl stay at my place.”

Daniel’s brow furrowed. “What?”

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“She doesn’t need to be here, while you both are going through all these. Let her stay with me, at least until things settle down.”

Daniel hesitated. “I don’t know if-”

“I’ll take care of her,” George interrupted, his voice firm. “You know I will.”

Daniel exhaled, nodding slowly. “Alright. If she wants to, I won’t stop her.”

George nodded with a sense of determination tightening his chest. Cheryl deserved more than this mess she’d been thrown into. And as long as she was under his roof, he’d make sure she knew that.

As their discussion ended, George noticed the shift as soon as Daniel agreed to his proposal. Something softened the deep lines on his face, the furrowed brows he had earlier on momentarily easing. It was clear he hadn’t truly considered a way out until now.

Monica, on the other hand, remained stiff, her arms crossed as if she were holding herself back from objecting. She wasn’t entirely against the idea, but she wasn’t comfortable with it either. Still, she said nothing, simply glancing between her husband and George with tight lips.

George pushed himself up from the couch, smoothing his shirt before glancing at Cheryl. She was trying, failing, not to smile. Her lips quirked at the corners, her eyes bright despite the exhaustion that clung to her. He had expected her to hesitate, to second–guess the arrangement, but instead, she practically glowed with secretive anticipation. That alone told him everything

Walking toward the door, he felt Daniel’s eyes on him, his voice travelling across the room.

“Thank you, Mr. Carter. I am truly grateful.”

Monica followed them, standing just behind Cheryl, her face expressionless.

Cheryl walked with him outside, stopping just short of his car. The second they were away from the house, she exhaled, a full, radiant smile breaking free.

“Thank you, George,” she said softly, her voice laced with a relief that mirrored Daniel’s but hers held something else. Something lighter.