Page 77 of She Was Made for Me

Her gaze finds mine and I weaken, lowering my lips to hers for one last kiss. But knowing it’s supposed to be our last sends urgency flooding through my veins, and I haul her hard against me, devouring her mouth with mine. She whimpers, tightening her hold on me, and I reach past her to slam the bathroom door closed.

If this is the end, I need to make it count.

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Violet

Our kiss is frenzied in a way it’s never been before, tinged with desperation and haste. Our time is up and we both know it.

When Kyle shuts the bathroom door, I know his intentions. The crew is still downstairs, chatting in the parlor room before they pack up for the day, but he doesn’t seem to care. Neither do I.

He plunders my mouth with his tongue, hands roaming my back, moving down to my ass, holding me against him. Somehow, in the space of a few weeks, he’s become both my safe place and the person who makes me feel the most daring. I think of all the things we haven’t had the chance to do yet, and my heart squeezes.

He moans softly into my mouth as my hands stray down his front to find he’s already hard for me. I know what I want to do—what I need to do. I need to give this to him, to make him feel good, to leave him happy and satisfied once this is over, instead of riddled with the guilt I know he’s carried for the past two weeks.

I drop to my knees on the tiled floor in front of Kyle and undo his zipper, letting his erection spring free from his boxer-briefs. Without wasting any time, I take hold of him and lick his salty tip, savoring his taste. His breath hisses out as I draw him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” His hips rock, and he takes a handful of my hair, holding it back from my face. He doesn’t force himself into my mouth, but I want him to. I want him to take everything from me.

I hold the base of him, taking as much of his length as I can to the back of my throat, gagging on his size. I know it’s twisted but I want to suffer for him, want this to hurt, to know I’ve given him my all.

“Jesus.” He gives a low growl as his cock hits the back of my mouth and I gag again. His hips thrust a little harder, driving him down my throat, and I moan, my eyes watering as he grips my hair tighter.

Good. I want him to use me. I want him to feel as good as he’s made me feel these past two weeks.

His other hand comes to tenderly stroke my cheek as he thrusts into my mouth. “You aresucha good girl,” he rasps. Heat rushes to my center and I press my legs together, squirming with need at his words. Nothing will ever match the feeling I get from Kyle calling me his good girl. Is that fucked up? Probably. But I’ll replay those words in my head every time I come for the rest of my life.

I look up at him, meeting his gaze as he fucks my mouth. His eyes are dark and wild, the rhythm of his hips becoming more frantic, and I expect he’s going to come at any moment, but he pulls himself away.

“Holy shit, that was incredible. Almost made me come in that sweet little mouth, but that’s not what I need right now.”

His hands cradle my face to tug me to my feet, and he takes my mouth in a bruising kiss. As his tongue scours mine, he yanks my panties down my legs with rough hands, tossing them behind him. Then he spins me around until my hands grip the sink, facing the mirror. He pushes my skirt up over my hips, his eyes finding mine in the reflection. Without a single word, he thrusts hard inside me, and ecstasy rockets through my body from head to toe. We stare at each other in the mirror, our faces slack with pleasure as he grips my hips and pumps into me.

“Fuck, Violet.” Kyle’s voice is a rough, breathless scrape in my ear. “You feel like heaven. Like you were made for me.”

“I think I was.” The words tumble from my mouth without a thought, but I realize once I’ve said them, that’s how it feels—like I was made for him. Like he was made for me. Like we’re made for each other.

Yet we can’t be together.

My heart twists as his gaze sears into mine in the mirror, the same realization written all over his face. I drop my head and press my eyes closed to contain the emotion rushing up inside me, but Kyle takes my chin in his hand and gently tilts it up, bringing my gaze back to us.

He buries his nose in my hair, his front pressed to my back, his arms wrapped around me tight. His eyes are still on mine in the mirror, one hand fumbling to release my breasts from the front of my tank top. He rolls my nipple between his fingers and thumb, his mouth on the shell of my ear. The feeling of his hot breath sends shivers through me, and when he pinches my nipple and thrusts deep, my legs shake.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says gruffly. He knows my body like a book he’s read a hundred times. His hand drops between my legs to stroke my clit, and I shudder as the pleasure builds in my core. “I need you to come for me. I need to feel you come one last time.”

“Yes,” I whimper, quivering against his touch. The intensity in Kyle’s gaze spears me right through the heart, and I dissolve in his arms as my orgasm hits.

“There we go. That’s it, baby girl.” He gives another hard thrust, driving the pleasure into every cell of my being as he joins me in his release. Letting out a bestial growl he fills me with his liquid warmth, clutching me to him as we ride our orgasm together.

I lean on the sink, Kyle’s heart hammering against my back as we catch our breath. He’s still holding me, still inside me, his chin resting on my shoulder. I twist my head to brush my lips over his. I wish we could stay in this bathroom forever, but I know the real world is waiting for us out there. We’re meeting my parents for dinner and there’s no hiding from the reality of our situation any longer.

Kyle draws breath to say something, but a knock on the door has us springing apart. We glance at each other, eyes wide with alarm as we silently fumble to straighten our clothes.

“Be right out,” Kyle calls, his voice shaky. I have no idea who’s out there, or why they’ve come all the way to the top floor to bang on the bathroom door, but this is not good.

I glance frantically around the room, but my panties are nowhere to be found. Where the hell did Kyle put them? I have no choice but to pull my skirt lower and squeeze my legs together awkwardly to contain the sticky mess, wishing I had time to clean myself up.

Kyle takes a deep breath then cracks the door open. After a quick peek outside, he pulls it fully open and we both take a tentative step out. It appears we’re in the clear until we reach the landing at the top of the stairs, where Ryan is waiting for us with a shit-eating grin. My pulse scrambles at the sight of him.

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