Page 65 of She Was Made for Me

Violet tilts her head, looking at me like I’m an idiot. “Ididn’t.”

I meet her gaze and her meaning becomes clear. She never intended for anything to happen with Owen tonight. It was all a show to get me to give in to her. That’s why she dressed up like this, why they stayed out so late. Hell, I bet she didn’t even kiss him. She just wanted to make me pay for telling her to go out with him in the first place.

And pay, I did.

I reach around and unhook her bra, watching as she slowly pulls it off and tosses it aside.

Oh, fuck. I have no words for how beautiful she is. There’s a slight blush on her cheeks, the pink perfectly matching the rosy buds of her nipples. I stroke a thumb over one and she shivers, arching into my touch. When I take one of them in my mouth, it stiffens as I circle my tongue over the peak. She moans, threading her hands into my hair, parting her legs further. I can feel the heat pouring out of her and it’s an invitation I can’t refuse.

I lower my hand between her thighs, my cock jumping at how soaked her panties are. She whimpers as I apply a little pressure, and tries to grind against my palm.

“You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”

Her blush deepens. “Now do you finally understand how badly I need you?”

“I’m sorry I made you wait,” I whisper into her neck as I gently cup the damp fabric. “I wish I’d had the chance to ask you out the day we met.”

She sighs, stroking a hand over my beard, her eyes deep pools of longing as they search my face. “Me too, but you’re worth the wait.”

Fuck. I close my eyes as her words pierce something in my chest—something I don’t even want to think about right now.

I press my mouth to hers, sweeping my tongue over her bottom lip as I slide a finger into the waistband of her panties to tug them down. I have to break the kiss and move back for her to shimmy them off, and impatience has me forcing her legs apart again the moment she’s done. Her brows jump at my aggression, but I don’t miss the spark of excitement in her eyes, the way her breath hitches in response. Good to know she doesn’t mind me getting rough; I can’t promise I’ll always be gentle with her.

My hands skim down her thighs, spreading her open for me on the edge of my bed. I take in the perfect triangle of blonde hair, her pink, glistening slit. My dick is a heavy ache in my jeans, begging me to get in there, but I need to taste her first. I need to make sure she definitely knows I was worth the wait.

She watches as I slide a finger through her wetness, then bring it to my mouth. Her sweet, musky taste hits my tongue and I groan my appreciation. I lower my mouth between her thighs and lap at her sweet pussy, feeling her spasm against my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” she mutters, trying to clamp her legs closed. It’s a reflex, I know, but I’m not having it.

“Keep them open,” I growl, pushing her down onto the bed, pressing her thighs back so she’s completely exposed for me. And I begin in earnest, covering her with my mouth, drinking her sweet flavor, working my tongue through her slick folds. I pin her legs open, loving how she’s completely at my mercy as I suck on her clit, gently dragging my teeth over the sensitive flesh. I know she doesn’t mind because she’s moaning in response, her hands in my hair again, her hips rocking up to meet the movements of my mouth.

“Oh my God, Kyle, yes.”

She tugs on the strands of my hair and my cock flexes in response. I release her legs, pleased when she keeps them spread for me, to relieve myself from the pressure of my fly. If I rub against that any more I’ll come in my jeans like a fucking teenager.

I strum her clit with my thumb, then push a finger inside her wet channel, watching as her eyes roll back. It’s only one finger, but she’s tight as hell, and my cock pulses at the thought of being inside her.

“You have the most perfect pussy,” I murmur into her skin. I can feel her tightening around my finger as I alternate sucking her clit and stroking it with my thumb. I press another finger into her and she moans loudly, her body beginning to shake. “You like that, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she rasps as my fingers curl up inside her. “Yes, yes.”

“I want you to come for me.”

She throws her head back on the bed, her body arching into my touch, the first whispers of her orgasm taking hold.

“Look at me, Violet. I want to see your pretty face when you come.”

Her head snaps up, dark eyes meeting mine, lips parting as she pants out her pleasure. “I’m… I’m so close.”

“I know,” I say gruffly, reaching to pinch her hard nipple, my other fingers drilling her soaked center. I’ve never felt as intoxicated as I do right now, making this woman feel good. I’d spend forever doing this if she’d let me.

“Yes.” Her hips begin to buck and I know she’s almost there. “Yes, oh my God, yes.”

“That’s it.” I trail my mouth up her stomach as she quakes against my busy hands. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

“Ohhh—”

She tips over the edge and I capture it with my mouth, wanting to feel her orgasm on my tongue, to taste her pleasure. I lap up her wetness eagerly, her taste hastening the urgency I feel to be inside her.

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