Page 129 of The Most Perfect Wrong

“We started making out, and sweet Jesus, it was awesome.” She pauses again, grinning. “Wow, you really loved the word awesome…She started rubbing me over my pants, and then climbed onto my lap, so I grabbed her boob. She made a sound like she liked it, so I grabbed the other one. Her boobs were so awesome. I love boobs.”

Cooper doubles over laughing. Her laughter is infectious, and I’m right there with her, the sound of it filling the room.

She cocks a brow at me, still grinning. “No wonder you’re such a sucker for a car fuck. Your first boob grab? You weren’t messing around last night.”

“The car fuck last night was hot as hell,” I say, grinning. “But that was just because it was you. Now, please stop because it’s about to get real embarrassing.”

“Oh, we aren’t at the embarrassing part yet?” she teases. “No way I’m stopping… not after that teaser.”

She clears her throat again, diving back into the journal. “I kept rubbing her awesome boobs, and then she started grinding on me over my jeans. It felt so good. It was so awesome. I could feel myself getting ready to blow, like when I jerk off, but I couldn’t stop it. I blew my load in my pants, and it was so awesome.”

Her laughter becomes uncontrollable. “Ew. Blew my load?” She pauses, trying to catch her breath as she wipes at the tears forming in her eyes. “I can’t… I can’t stop laughing.” She takes a deep breath and continues. “I don’t think she knew, though, because she just kept grinding against me and kissing me.” She gasps for air, clutching her stomach. “Oh, Ry. She knew… I promise you, she knew.”

I can’t hold it in. My shoulders start to shake, and I bury my head in my hands.

“Then she took her shirt off, and holy shit, it was so… awesome.” She barely manages to get the words out between fits of laughter.

“Oh my God,” I cry out, laughter pouring out of me. “This is fucking…awesome.”

Our laughter consumes us, the kind that leaves you breathless, your stomach aching. It reminds me of the night we were in the pool, except that night we were high. Right now, though? It’s just us being us.

She meets my gaze, tears still shining in her eyes from laughing. She closes the journal, her expression shifting, turning serious in an instant.

Before I can process it, she closes the gap between us, her lips crashing into mine with a force that leaves me reeling. Her arms wrap tightly around my neck, pulling me in, and I kiss her back just as deeply, matching her vigor with my own.

She pulls back, her grin lighting up her face. “You’re so fucking awesome, Ryan. Will you please grab my boob like you did Julie’s?”

I chuckle against her mouth, unable to stop smiling. Her beautiful, perfect mouth. “You’re the awesomest. And hell yeah, I’ll grab your boob,” I say, gliding a hand to her tits, letting the soft fullness fill my hand.

She runs her tongue across my bottom lip, her mouth exploring mine like it’s the first time. Jesus Christ, her lips—they’re incredible. Full, soft, and completely consuming.

My hand slides down to her ass, her leggings barely a barrier between her firm roundness and my palm. The feel of her under the thin fabric makes me instantly hard. Things escalate fast—tension building between us like a storm.

Her hands fist the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, her gaze dropping to my chest before her lips follow. She presses soft kisses along my shoulder, then drags her tongue down my pecs. When her teeth tease my nipple, a sharp jolt of heat shoots through me as her thumbs brush the muscles at my hips. The sensation slices deep, setting every nerve on fire, my dick aching for her touch.

She kisses her way back to my mouth, her breath hot against my lips. “Your body turns me on. Makes me so wet…” Her voice is low, seductive, as she kisses along my jaw.

I groan, her words turning me on all the more, desire surging through me, needing more of her in every way.

My hands scramble to pull her shirt and bra off, desperate to feel her skin on mine. My grip on her hips tightens, pulling her firmly against me, eliciting a sharp gasp that she releases right into my ear.

I back her up against the wall, my hand gliding up her stomach, over her tits, until I reach her throat. I hesitate for just a second, then slide my hand lightly around it, my fingers wrapping around her gorgeous neck.

She gasps, biting her lip, her eyes darkening with that dangerous, irresistible look.

I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “You like this, don’t you?”

She nods, her hand reaching down for me, but I don’t let her. I grab her wrist, pinning it behind her back.

“No, no,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding. “You don’t get to touch. I’m in charge. I’m the boss.” My thumb strokes the side of her neck, slow and deliberate. Her lips curve into a grin.

“I want you begging for me,” I whisper against her mouth.

“Anything you want… just don’t stop.” Her hips arch toward me, already begging for more.

My free hand brushes against her waist, sliding lower, teasing the edge of her leggings. I skim her thighs, fingers light as a feather as she shifts beneath me, trying to guide herself toward my touch.

I grin wickedly, capturing her plump bottom lip between mine and sucking gently. Her breath catches, her need radiating off her in waves.

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