Page 55 of More Than a Match

“Yeah, I guess. My dad was more open than my mom though. She was pouting like a damn child, insisting that if she had known the truth about your job, she would still have given you a chance.”

“You don’t believe her?”

“Hell no. Given her track record, and even some of the things she said during our conversation, the lying was definitely necessary if you wanted a chance in hell to make a good impression.”

“Figures.”

“Yeah. My dad said they would come around but it would take some time, since the lying is a big deal to them. But he said he just wants me to be happy, and if you make me happy, so be it.”

“Well, that’s a good starting point.”

“Yeah, as good as any.” She pulls me close and presses her lips to my ear. “Now, speaking of you making me happy, I’ve got a good idea how that can happen right here, right now.”

A tingle runs down my spine and I can feel my cock stirring to attention in my pants. “I’m listening.”

“Let’s move into the bedroom.”

“Your wish is my command.”

CHAPTER 37: MINA

We head into the bedroom, and I can feel my whole body trembling in anticipation. It has been a few days of absolute physical and emotional chaos, and I’m craving a release that only he can give me. There’s a beast inside me, and that beast needs to be fed.

I shove him down on the bed and begin slowly removing my clothing. First my shoes, then my shirt. I take the clip out of my hair, letting it cascade in waves over my shoulders. I slowly unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor, silently thanking the gods that front-clasp technology exists for moments like this. My hair covers my boobs, but just barely, and I can see Alex staring at my chest, waiting for a nipple to peek free.

“You want more?” I whisper to him as I drop my hands to the waistband of my pants.

“You know I do,” he replies, his voice husky.

I wriggle free from my pants as seductively as possible, leaving only a pink pair of lace panties between me and what I desire. I make a move to remove them, but Alex stops me.

“Leave those on. I’ll take them off myself.”

I quiver with anticipation as I move toward him slowly, wrapping my arms around him and carefully straddling him on the edge of the bed. I grind into him slowly, kissing gently from his collarbone to his ear. He moans softly, and I can feel his erection pressing against me, straining to be free from his pants. I lean forward and he moves with me, laying down on the bed with his legs still dangling over the side. My breasts press against his chest, and I long to be skin to skin.

I climb off him and give him a command. “Take off your clothes.”

He’s quick to oblige, shedding his shirt and pants with no hesitation. I climb back on top of him, reveling at the feel of his skin beneath mine. We kiss softly but passionately, his fingers gently weaving into my hair and tightening against my scalp.

As if we are reading each other’s minds we roll over, and now he’s straddling me. He starts planting delicate kisses on me, starting at my neck and working his way lower and lower, all across my chest and abdomen. When he reaches the lacy waistband of my underwear, he doesn’t hesitate. He pulls it down and off my legs, tossing it to the side. He continues the onslaught of kisses from one hip to the other, then down the front of my thighs.

The starving monster inside me is howling now, and I grasp his head and position it exactly where I want it. He dives right in.

I wriggle and moan as he paints pictures with his tongue all over my most sensitive areas. He doesn’t slow down and I can feel the orgasm starting to build.

“Yes, keep going, keep going,” I pant as I grab at his head. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t, and the wave of pleasure arrives, crashing over me, tossing me in ecstasy.

“Come up here. I need you inside me now.”

He shimmies out of his boxers and climbs on top of me. I wrap my legs around him and in an instant, we are locked together like two pieces of a puzzle. He pounds into me with ferocity, like he can read my mind. We’re both chasing one thing, and we aren’t trying to waste time. He moans, sending shivers down my spine at the sound. I can feel another wave building, and I claw at his back, whimpering in pleasure. This is exactly what I needed.

I step out of the shower and wrap myself in one of Alex’s oversized bath towels. These things have ruined me regarding regular sized towels. I feel like I can’t ever go back. I check my phone to see a missed call from Katie, and a text.

I lower the toilet lid and sit down, and she answers on the first ring.

“Bitch, guess what!? I got called into a meeting with HR today for my formal testimony about Doc Skeezy McSlimeball.”

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