pleasurable mistakes

When Conan got into his car and drove to the address the lady gave, he tried not to think about it, he wanted to forget and so he just drove.

The shirt his secretary had gotten him was a tad bit too small, it clung to him like a second skin. Conan made a mental note to talk to the marketing team about how plain the shirt was, it was plain black and had just the company name and logo on the front along with delivery lines.

He parked the car a few feet away from the address.

The neighborhood she resided look deserted, it was mediocre with small houses with smaller yards in front of them, some of the houses had washed-up paint, and some were leaning to the side with broken fences.

Conan could see the house number, he was standing in front of the house he was supposed to deliver pizza to, and only then did he let himself think.

He'd been thinking with his dick rather than his head. He drove almost 45 minutes, influenced by a voice, he hadn't considered the possibility of who this lady was. She could be married with kids, or she could be someone's grandma.

If only he'd given his mission more thought, he sighed in resignation.

The sky was black and dotted with large clouds, the wind was picking up as beads of water poured down from the sky, and umbrellas were opened up as people ran for cover.

Conan dashed towards the house and across the front yard, already soaked from the rain.

He'd deliver the pizza, apologize for the inconvenience and leave.

And so he rang the doorbell and waited in the corner, the cold was getting to him thanks to the thin sheet of clothing covering his body.

Despite the cold weather, Conan felt his dick harden as the door opened.

The image he'd painted in his mind when he heard her voice did no justice to her beauty.

The light bounced off her caramel skin causing it to glow like a celestial being, A goddess, her black hair was locked in bright blue braids that stretched out till her lower back, her lips were pouty and dark just like her dark eyes, the slight dent on her cheek was a clear sign she had dimples.

Conan was speechless, he'd never encountered such beauty, a shiver racked through him.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, please come in" She offered hastily before lightly hitting herself on the head.

There's the voice he had heard, so smooth and soothing a clear contrast to the sound of the evening rain.

He could listen to her talk forever.

Conan smiled softly as he saw her scolding herself, he moved up the stairs of the porch and stood directly in front of her, he watched her check him out as she licked her lower lip, the action causing a stir in his pants again.

He shuffled inside the tiny apartment as she let him in, leaving to retrieve the money for the now-soaked pizza.

While she was gone, he let his eyes roam the tiny room, he was hunting for a clue of who she was, he was expecting framed pictures of her and her family.

There was no way a lady like her was single, he was certain of it, though she had no ring on her finger.

Lost in his exploration, Conan did not notice her stumble down the stairs in a daze.

She missed her steps and tumbled down the remaining flight of stairs, landing with a thud on her ass and grabbing Conan's attention.

He rushed towards her, offering her a hand, the look in her eyes was distant.

Conan led her to the small sofa and sat her down, she was hurting, he could see it in her eyes but he was oblivious to what was hurting her.

Like he suspected a tear ran down her cheek, followed by a hiccup and then the waterworks exploded.

Conan was beside himself, he was very terrible at comforting others, and he felt extremely awkward and angry.

He wanted to hurt whoever was making her cry and make them suffer, he did not understand the sudden wave of anger rushing through him, he'd felt his demons rearing their ugly head, something very unusual, and he was always in control of his emotions.

Even with snot dripping down her nostrils, Conan still thought she was the most beautiful lady he'd ever met, he stood there awkwardly for a while before reaching into his pants pocket and fetching out his handkerchief.

It had his initials embroidered into its side, he stretched it out to her and she accepted it quickly, wiping her face of the snot, she'd seemed to remember that she had company and she wasn't alone.

"I'm sorry about this" She spoke out, wiping her eyes aggressively.

"It's alright" He answered "Here let me help" He offered, retrieving the handkerchief.

Conan brought himself to her height and let his hand grip her face lightly, he dabbed the handkerchief gently under her eyes, as he wiped her face.

From up close, her dark eyes were brown and they were even more beautiful.

"Wanna talk? It's still raining and I'm stuck here anyway, or if you prefer I listen while you talk, I'm all ears" Conan spoke, staring intently at her, causing her to squirm and turn around.

He had no explanation for his words and action, he'd coop it all into the unusual things he'd done today.

Leaving work, becoming a pizza delivery guy, planning for a split second to seduce this lady, feeling angry that she was hurt and now comforting her or at least trying to comfort her.

"I got a divorce recently and I just saw that my ex-husband had gotten married again. Two weeks after we got divorced" She whispered, eyes welling up with tears.

Conan had missed some parts of her statement as she was whispering, but he got the overall picture.

He felt for her, he knew the pain of being betrayed by one's partner, he'd been dealing with it for months now but hers was still fresh.

"He's a dick, sorry" Conan responded after a minute's silence, causing her to chuckle.

"He really is, he got fucking married, I don't know how I ended up with such an asshole" She lamented, laughing. Her laughter was dry and painful she was still processing it all.

Ava could not explain how she was feeling, she wasn't hurt at the fact that he was now married to his work buddy and best friend, but more angry at the fact that he moved on so quickly from their marriage, absolutely disregarding the years they spent together.

Joyce had once again, generosity tagged Ava in her recent post, which was a family portrait of them all at the small wedding party.

Dimitri was grinning from ear to ear, they all seemed very happy.

Unlike her wedding, where his family acted like someone died or maybe they believed she would kill their son.

"I loved that Asshole and for years I thought he loved me too" She spoke in resignation.

Ava stood up abruptly from the sofa and ventured into the kitchen area, coming back with a bottle of wine.

"I've been saving this for a rainy day and it's raining so... " She opened the wine as she spoke and took a big gulp directly from the bottle.

"Care to join me, Mr pizza" She drawled out, already getting tipsy from the gulps she's been taking.

"No worries" Conan declined with a smile, she was adorable calling him Mr pizza.

His eyes caught the empty bottles of wine tucked under the table, maybe she had a drinking problem.

"I know you're hurt, but don't drown your problems in a bottle of alcohol, you've got to get your revenge" He directed at her, seeing as she'd downed half the content of the bottle.

"How'd I do that? This drink brings me comfort" She whined, flaying her arms in the air.

"Being successful and living a happy life without them, that's how you get your revenge " He answered again, reaching for the bottle.

"But I want comfort in this, for now," Ava responded, pulling the bottle away from him.

"Fine, let's wallow together" He spoke, taking the bottle and drinking from it.

"Yess, Mr pizza, whoo! " She cheered loudly, clapping her hands.

They drank till it was late, and the rain has reduced to a drizzle.

"I should probably get going now" Conan announced as he tried to get up from the sofa but fell back down, causing Ava to fall into another fit of laughter.

Conan was great company, he'd made her laugh so hard.

"Wait, Mr pizza, you can't leave just yet" She exclaimed, pulling on his arm.

"I have to go, I have work waiting for me" He slurred out, his vision was hazy, usual he could handle alcohol pretty well.

"No you're warm, stay with me" She whined, laying on top of him.

Now Conan was splayed out on the tiny sofa, his legs twisted uncomfortably while Ava lay on top of him, her breasts pressed against his chest.

"I'm drunk out of my mind and yet I still feel hurt, my mind keeps replaying our memories and it feels like cutting open a healing wound.

Conan watched, the conflicting emotions in her dark eyes, he'd been there before.

" Mr pizza, can you make me forget? I want to forget " She spiked firmly, staring up at him, a hint of a plea in her eyes.

She was begging.

"I-i don't- " Conan was feeling guilty, though he was drunk, he was still in control of his actions, and he did not want to take advantage of her.

He did not get to finish as her lips were pressed lightly to his, the first brush of contact was electrifying.

Her lips were soft just like he guessed and they moved gently against his, it was sweet and sensual, lighting fire in Conan's groins.

Ava felt weird sensations in her stomach, not from nervousness or anxiety but from something else entirely.

Her hands reached up to cup the side of his jaw, tilting his head and continuing their kiss.

Conan was hesitant, he felt like he should pull away but he couldn't, he indulged in her.

She pulled away when he returned her kiss with less passion, and her heart burned. Maybe from the alcohol or the fact that Conan didn't want her, it was both.

"Even you don't want me, just like Dimitri, I'm disgusting" She lamented, eyes welling up with tears.

Conan knew it was the alcohol talking but his heart ached for her still.

He sat up with her perched on his lap.

His lips claimed hers roughly as his hands traveled down her back and towards her ass, he angled her face and deepened their kiss, his tongue caressed hers, and as they tangled in her mouth, she let him lead the kiss.

Ava moaned as Conan swallowed the sweet sound, feeling her entire body shiver against him.

Conan gripped her ass and pressed them both together, Ava's fingers roamed his back and shoulders as she sucked on his neck, she grind against him, desperate for any kind of friction, she was leaking from her pussy with just a kiss from him. Something Dimitri can only wish to achieve.

She searched for Conan's lips again as she pushed all thoughts of Dimitri from her mind.

Conan laid her down on the couch, their lips still connected, he could taste the grapes from the wine they'd both downed. Her body shook from nervousness or arousal he couldn't tell but he found it appealing.

He thrusts his hips harshly against her clothed pussy, causing her to moan louder as she tried to catch her breath

"Please...mmh-" She breathed out, hands tightening around his neck, it would certainly bruised and leave marks.

He trailed kisses down her body as he pulled her top over her head, he drank her in with his eyes, and her breast stood erect with her nipples hardened.

Ava got rid of the clingy T-shirt he was wearing as her hands slowly roamed his pants, she cupped his dick and a small gasp escaped her lips at the size, Conan smirked at her.

"Wanna see it, belle? " He rasped out, voice heavy with arousal, his eyes were darkened almost black and the thick French accent vibrated through Ava's entire body causing her pussy to pulse.

She did not reply but squeezed his dick harder as he thrusts into her hands.

In quick movements, he undid her pants, sliding them down with her underwear.

Conan went on his knees as he moved from the couch, Ava rose from the couch and supported herself on her elbow, she watched as the incredibly sexy man worshipped her sex.

He pulled down his pants along with his boxers, Ava could not resist, she fisted his veiny dick and jerked him off faster, sitting up on the couch.

"baise, femme!!" He groaned out, throwing his head back as she jerked him faster.

He pulled his dick away from her hand and pulled her legs apart harshly, she fell back on the couch.

"I'm going to destroy this beautiful cunt, beautiful" He breathed out, his whole demeanor had changed, and his jaw was clenched. Ava noticed, she should have been scared but it only made her leak out more juices.

Ava placed a hand on the side of the couch to steady herself as Conan guided his dick toward her entrance.

He guided his cock down her pink pussy, pressing firmly against her clit and watching her squirm.

With one harsh thrust, Conan settled himself deep inside her, Ava flinched as she panted trying to adjust to the pain of being so full and completely stretched out.

Conan's eyes rolled to the back of his head, she was the tightest woman he'd ever been inside of.

He noticed her wince as he moved a little inside her causing him to still completely.

He looked at the goddess laying underneath him with sweat coating her forehead and her nose scrunched up in concentration, she was trying to accommodate him.

Conan felt guilty he'd let the demons win.

He made to pull out of her, but Ava locked her feet around his waist holding him in place.

He thrusts into her without warning and she cried out in pleasure and pain, he pounded into her, her large breast bouncing with the impact of his movements, his balls smacking against her ass as he rammed into her.

Her juices leak down his cock, as she screamed, choking out his name.

Conan pulled her up from the couch, wrapping her legs around his waist as her breasts crush into him. He was grinding his dick against her tight pussy.

The look on her face was drool-worthy, she could not form words as she splutter about how good it felt having him inside her.

She was close, her body convulsed from the euphoric feeling.

Ava could not tell if the hard fucking exhausted her or if it was all the emotional baggage she was carrying but she'd passed out on his shoulder.

Coming down from her pleasure-induced high.