Page 99 of The Most Perfect Wrong

Jesus. This is so hot. I clench my fists, every muscle in my body tightening as I fight the urge to take over. I can’t take this much longer. The throbbing in my dick pulses through me like an electric current. Every soft moan, every flit of her tongue, every roll of her hips sends me closer to the edge. She’s toying with me like I’m hers to command.

And maybe I am.

And I’m more than okay with it.

I groan as her fingers trail down my chest, slow and deliberate, her nails dragging just enough to send sparks of heatshooting through me. She stops at my hips, her nails pressing slightly into my skin as she adjusts her position. She leans back, her eyes locked on mine with a mischievous grin.

“Beg me,” she whispers in a sultry voice, eyes searching mine. “Beg me to let you have me, Ryan.”

My jaw tightens, every muscle in my body trembling with restraint. I force out a chuckle. “I don’t beg.” But my God, my resolve is slipping—fast. If she keeps this up, I’ll be begging in no time.

“Oh, you will,” she murmurs as she slides lower, her mouth finding its way to my hips. Her tongue presses against my hip bone, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sending a jolt through me that nearly unravels me. I swear to God, I’m seconds away from losing it—from showing her exactly who’s in charge.

She tastes her way back up my body—my abs, my chest, my neck—leaving a trail of sizzling heat in her wake until her lips brush mine. Her voice is a whisper, her breath warm against my skin. “Ask for it, Ryan. I want to hear you say it.”

I snap. I need her—now.

“Fuck this,” I growl, gripping her hips and flipping her beneath me in one swift move. Her gasp turns into a laugh, and I lean in, chuckling low into her ear. “Looks like I don’t need to beg after all.” My lips claim hers, hungry and commanding. She threads her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer as our tongues play.

Her hips shift beneath me, provoking, and my control is fraying at the edges. I pull back just enough to look at her, my breath uneven. “You win,” I mutter, my voice rough with need. “I’ll beg, Coop. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want. Just tell me you want this as bad as I do.”

Her eyes widen slightly before softening with something deeper, more vulnerable. “I want you, Ryan,” she whispers. “I’ve always wanted you.”

“Good,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers, the contact sending a shiver through me. “Because I want you so fucking badly I can’t think straight.” My knees press against her thighs, spreading her wider as I trail my lips down her neck. I pause, my voice dropping to a low whisper. “I’m begging you to let me show you how much.”

She grins. “Oh my God,” she breathes, her voice soft but demanding. “Fuck me. What are you waiting for? Fuck me already.” Her hand wraps around my length, guiding me, swirling the tip at her entrance.

The head of my cock dips inside, and I suck in a breath. “Jesus.” I push into her, and holy hell, she’s everything. Tight, warm—better than I remember. She gasps, her nails scratching into my back, pulling me closer as I fill her entirely. I pull back and thrust again, finding a rhythm, rocking my hips into hers. Her legs wrap around me, shifting me even deeper, until there’s no space between us.

I fuck her, the tension between us unraveling with every thrust. The room fills with the sound of our ragged breaths, the slick rhythm of our bodies. She cries out my name, and that’s all it takes. She tightens around me as she comes, her head falling back, and I follow, my hips faltering as a wave of euphoria crashes over me. “Fuck,” I groan, my body taut as I spill into her, every nerve sizzling until I’m seeing stars.

I tremble over her as the rush subsides, pressing a deep kiss to her lips before collapsing onto my back. My body quakes as the aftershocks roll through me, and I chuckle softly. “Holy shit, babe.”

She grins with satisfaction. I pull her into my arms, holding her close, needing her to feel wanted, appreciated and seen. Not just for her body—but for who she is. “That was…” I pause, catching my breath. “God, that was fun.”

She laughs softly. “That was really fun.” She kisses me. “I’m going to go clean up. I’ll be right back.”

I watch her walk away. Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satisfied in my life. That was incredible. I didn’t think it was possible to want her more, but fuck, I’m already thinking about round two.

When she returns, she slides back into bed, her skin warm as her legs tangle with mine. She glances up at me, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “I never wanted to admit this… but you’re really good at sex.”

I chuckle, pulling her closer. “Well, it’s not exactly hard to be good at sex when it’s with you.” I press my lips to hers, savoring the way she melts into me. I could kiss her forever and never get sick of it.

“Yeah, right,” she says, rolling her eyes playfully. “I bet all the ladies you’ve been with still think about it to this day.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Their sex lives would have to be really sad if that were the case.” I pause, meeting her gaze. “Besides you, I haven’t been with anyone but Beth in twelve years.”

“I’d still be thinking about this in twelve years,” she says softly. “Just like I’ve thought about Newport for the past ten months.” Her fingers trace a lazy path up and down my chest and abs. “I’ve thought of that more times than I can count.”

“I’ve thought about it a lot too… an embarrassing amount of times.” My fingertips brush along her shoulders. “I was so frustrated when I found out you were engaged—not just because I thought you cheated—but because it meant you were unavailable.”

Her lips twitch into a faint, bitter smile. “Oh, trust me. If anyone was disappointed that I was engaged… it was me.”

Her honesty hits me hard, bringing me a mixture of happiness and sadness. Everyone wants to be told they’re goodin the sack, but hearing her admit she’s thought about me as much as I’ve thought about her… damn, that feels good. But just as strongly, I hate that she wasted years with Brad. He’s chipped away at her confidence, at her worth, with every selfish thing he’s done. God, my heart breaks for her.

I tighten my grip around her, pulling her closer, as if holding her tighter could protect her from the pain, from the weight of everything waiting for her back home. From him. She deserves so much more. She deserves…

Damn.

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