Page 98 of The Most Perfect Wrong

Rocking my hips into her, my hard-on slides against the soft fabric of her pants, pressing right against her pussy. “God,” she murmurs, frantically lifting the hem of my shirt, yanking it upward. We break away for mere seconds to tear it off, and I pull her closer, her warm skin pressing into mine.

I trail kisses along her jaw, down to her neck, where I scrape my teeth lightly against her skin. I lick past her collarbone and suck hard, marking her with the force of my mouth. A breathy moan escapes her lips as she arches into me, an invitation I can’t resist. Her nails drag down my back, sending shivers all the way down my spine to the tip of my dick, triggering everything primal inside me.

I slide my hand between her legs, skimming over her, teasing where I know she’s desperate for pressure. I caress her with feather-light strokes, back and forth, just like that night in the elevator. She arches again, but I keep the pressure barely there, watching her come undone. “Damn you, Ryan,” she pants, her voice filled with frustration. Her hand moves down, finding my cock through my joggers, and she does the same damn thing to me. Barely grazing her fingers along my length—teasing, taunting—driving me insane.

I lift my hand away, chuckling wickedly against her neck. “You’re so evil,” I tease, kissing my way down to her tits. I suck a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it as my hand slips into her pants. My fingers slide over her clit and dip into her warmth. Her gasp rings in my ear, spurring me on.

Fuck,she’s dripping.

The way she feels makes my head spin, and somehow my dick gets harder. She arches into me again, her movementsanxious, mirroring my own impatience. My hands move to her waist as I pivot, backing her toward the bed. I lower her onto it, hovering over her. For a moment, I pause, tucking her hair behind her ear. I need to slow down, to take this in, to make it last.God, she’s so damn beautiful.

Leaning back, I tug at her pants and underwear. She lifts her hips, letting me slide them down her legs, and I toss them aside. My eyes rake over her naked body, soaking her in.

“Damn, babe,” I murmur, my voice rough with awe. I remember how incredible she looked in Newport, but my memory didn’t do her justice. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t have prepared myself for this. My cock aches for her, every bit of me strung tight with yearning.

My fingertips trace the edges of her thighs, teasing the smooth skin beneath them. Her eyes stay locked on mine, unflinching and intent, and it sends a rush through me. I slide my fingers up her torso, pleasure sparking with each inch of skin I touch. My hands reach her face, and my thumb brushes her cheek. Lowering my lips to her jaw, I let my breath fan over her skin. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I murmur, my voice low and gravelly. I kiss her jawline. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

Gently, I trail kisses down her body—her neck, her shoulder, making my way down. Her gaze never falters, even as her chest rises and falls with uneven breaths. She arches into me slightly, soft gasps and moans spilling from her lips, her hands gliding over my arms and chest.

I kiss my way through the center of her tits, her grip tightening around my biceps. “Oh, God,” she murmurs, her voice shaky and raw. I glance up; her eyes are closed, her head tipped back. I press soft kisses down her torso, savoring every part of her. My lips travel lower, making my way to where I know she wants me.

Gripping her thighs, I spread her legs, opening her up for me. She arches into my touch, and I slide my tongue up the center of her. She presses against me, her fingers weaving into my hair and tugging hard enough to make me groan. “Fuck,” she gasps, the sound shooting straight to my dick.

Everything about her drives me wild—the softness, the warmth, the soaking wetness of her. Even the faint, intoxicating scent of her. I flick my tongue against her clit, and she jolts beneath me. “Jesus, Ryan,” she breathes, her voice raspy and strained.

I work her with rapid strokes, my tongue circling and teasing as I plunge a finger deep inside her. Her cries echo in my ears like the sweetest fucking music. I pause, drawing it out, loving the way she curses under her breath, filthy words tumbling from her lips. She has such a dirty mouth, and everything she says only turns me on more.

I suck on her swollen clit, releasing it with a wet pop, then dip my finger deeper, curving it upward to hit just the right spot. I lick her again, tasting her, my movements faster, more precise, until she’s gasping for air. She’s so close I can feel it.

Her pussy clenches around my finger, tight and strong, and Jesus, it’s almost too much. She cries out, arching upward, her voice breaking on a breathless “Fuck!”

The satisfaction of feeling her come against my tongue is pure, unfiltered bliss. She tugs on my hair. “Ryan,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, coated with exhaustion and desire. “Come up here. I want you… I want you inside me.”

God, I want to be inside her too. But the pull to stay down here, tasting her, is strong. I could live down here. “Ryan,” she pleads.

I reluctantly press soft kisses to her thighs before making my way back up. Not before touching, kissing, and licking every inch of her incredibly sexy body.

She meets me halfway, her hands frantically tugging at my pants. I help her, quickly freeing myself from the confinement.

Her hands roam over my chest and wrap around my neck, pulling me down in a commanding hurry. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, and God, her lips are irresistible. I could kiss her forever—I can’t get enough.

She gets a wild look in her eyes, blazing with raw hunger, and something shifts. She pushes me to the side, rolling on top of me—her mouth, possessive over mine. I can’t help but grin beneath her lips as she takes control. She’s always known exactly how to take what she wants—even at work—and damn, I’m happy to give it to her. Everything about this feels so fucking good.

Her fingers wrap around my length, and a groan tears through me. It’s like she knows every inch of me, every spot that drives me crazy. She’s toying with me, teasing, and every stroke makes it harder to hold back. My body’s begging for more, but I want to make this last—I’ve waited too damn long for this.

She hovers over me, brushing against me in the slowest, most tormenting way. I try to pull her down, but she restrains, her lips tugging into a sexy smirk that sends me reeling. She loves torturing me—always has.

She leans down, whispering in my ear, “Hold still, Ryan. Don’t you dare move until I say you can.” Her lips float over mine, just close enough for me to feel her breath but too far to taste her. She grinds against me, slow and deliberate. “You feel that? You’re so hard… that’s because of me.”

I chuckle, low and deep. What a teasing little devil, using my own words against me. She lowers herself just enough to give me a taste of her warmth, and holy shit, it’s maddening. I push upward instinctively, desperate for more, but she lifts away, shaking her head. “You want permission to enter, don’t you? You want me, huh?” she murmurs, flicking her tongue againstmy ear. A soft moan escapes her as her hands wander down, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You’re ready to come, aren’t you?” she adds, her tone dripping with seduction.

I groan, a deep, guttural sound that’s part frustration and part pure need. My chuckle rumbles through the air as I nod, my hand sliding around to cradle the base of her neck. “Feels so fucking good,” I mutter. My gaze locks with hers, and I can’t help but add, “You feel so good.”

Her lips curl into a playful smile, one brow cocking in challenge. “Good,” she whispers, leaning forward. She shifts slightly, and my breath hitches as she rubs her clit up and down my length. “How would you like it if I stopped? Huh?” Her tone is teasing, daring. “If I left you here, ready to fuck me?”

She rolls her hips in the smallest, most agonizing circles, the friction sending shocks through every nerve in my body. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, her breath hot against my neck. “Don’t you dare come until I say so.”

I grin as she grips my wrists, pinning them to the bed, even though we both know I could break free. God, she’s incredible. Everything about her has me mesmerized—the confidence, the playfulness, the way she takes charge. She leans in, her lips brushing mine softly, her teeth grazing my bottom lip before pulling it lightly before releasing it. “Good boys wait their turn.”

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