Page 120 of The Most Perfect Wrong

“Coop, you’re driving me fucking crazy.” I groan.

“Good,” she says with confidence. “Now, what’s next?”

I bite back a curse, my eyes glued to her hand, aching to touch her. “I’d dip my fingers into your panties,” I say desperately. “Feel how soaked you are.”

Her fingers slide down, disappearing beneath the fabric. “Like this?” Her head falls back as a moan escapes her lips, loud and unrestrained.

Jesus Christ, I’m barely holding on here. “Tell me how wet you are, babe.”

Her eyes lock with mine. “Oh, I’m drenched, babe. I’m fucking drenched.” She hooks her fingers into the waistband of her G-string, dragging it down an inch before stopping, waiting for me to beg.

I chuckle. “Stop torturing me, and show me your pussy.”

She grins, her brow arching as she slides them a little farther.

“Fuck,” I hiss, the word drawn out like a plea as she finally lets the fabric slide down her thighs. She steps out of them, kicking them to the side, her eyes never leaving mine. Every movement deliberate, killing me in the best way.

“Keep going,” she urges.

“I’d sink to my knees,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “I’d kiss my way up your thighs. Slow. Torturously slow. I want you begging for me before I finally taste you.”

Her teeth graze her bottom lip, and a soft gasp escapes as her hand begins to move, brushing against herself in light, teasing circles. My restraint shatters. “Coop,” I plead.

She ignores me, her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles. “Like this, Ryan?” she pants, her voice shaking with the same desire that's consuming me.

“Just like that,” I grind out. “But I’d go deeper. Harder. I wouldn’t stop until you were begging me to let you come—until you’re screaming my name.”

Her pace quickens, her breathing growing faster and more uneven, and she leans against the railing for support, her free hand gripping a rod tightly. My cock strains painfully against my jeans, screaming for release.

“Coop. Let me touch you. Let me take care of you.”

She shakes her head. “You are taking care of me.” Her body trembles, her gaze locking with mine, desperation in her voice as she whispers, “Can I come, Ry?” Her words are breathless, pleading—like she’s handing me the power.

“Yeah, babe,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Show me how you come for me.”

Her lips part, her head falling back as a breathy moan escapes her, her body arching as the tension breaks. The way she comes—completely undone—has me gripping the cuffs tighter. I can’t do a damn thing except watch, helpless and so turned on it hurts.

Her movements slow as she rides out the waves, her cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She steps closer, her tits press against my stomach, her pussy grazing my aching cock, and I swear I’m seconds from coming.

“That was sexy as hell, babe. Now, uncuff me so I can fuck you.”

Her arms slide around my neck, and her voice drops to a seductive whisper. “Patience, Ry. I’m not done with you yet.”

She lowers herself slowly, her hands trailing down my chest, her eyes never leaving mine. Her knees hit the floor, and she looks up at me with a wicked smile. My heart pounds as I realize she’s about to suck me off. Fuck, I can’t touch her, can’t run my hands through her hair or hold her head the way I want to. But the lack of control only heightens everything. It’s unbearable—but so fucking good.

Her fingers hook into the waistband of my boxer briefs, tugging them down along with my jeans in one smooth motion.

“Jesus…” I groan, the cool air hitting my skin as my cock springs free, hard and pulsing. I shudder under her touch. “You’re killing me, babe. Fuck me already. Wrap your lips around my cock and fuck me with your mouth.”

“Relax, babe,” she whispers, her warm breath ghosting over me as she leans in. Her lips brush against me, featherlight, teasing, and I groan, my hands clenching into fists behind me.

Her tongue flicks over the tip, and my hips buck instinctively. “God…”

Her fingers trace slow circles over my hips and thighs, her touch maddeningly light. “Stay still,” she commands, her hand wrapping firmly around the base of me as she takes me into her mouth. The heat of her lips, the way her tongue swirls around me—it’s heaven and hell all at once.

I’m completely at her mercy, my body taut with desire as she moves, slow and deliberate. She takes her time, her movements measured, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight of her on her knees, her lips wrapped around me—it’s too much. I’m not going to last long.

“Fuck,” I groan, my voice hoarse and trembling. “God, you’re incredible.”

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