Page 144 of Pucking Matt
“I want you, Amber, in every way possible.”
She’s caught off guard. She asks, “Like actually?”
She observes me with a different expression on her face. She’s staring into my eyes with a softness I don’t normally have the privilege to witness. I nod, and then she leans up and kisses me. The warmth of her lips causes blood to drain from my brain and head straight to my dick. And when she sucks my bottom lip lightly, I whisper her name. I need an answer. I can’t handle this game for much longer. I cave in, throw my white flag. I’m giving in. She wins.
I keep her in my arms when I pull her up. The photographer continues to take photos.
“Answer honestly,” I say, searching her eyes for what I want to hear. There’s a possibility she’s going to shoot me down for the name of the game, but I’ll lose every battle from here on out if that means she looks at me like this.
“You really want an answer?” she teases as she runs, so I chase after her and grab her by the waist. I spin her around two times and a screaming laugh leaves her throat.
When I put her down on her feet, I say, “That’s how you make me feel when you fuck with me.”
She grabs my arm to steady herself as she says, “You’re not going to leave me alone even if I say no.”
“You want to say no?” I question.
She smirks. Her shirt tightens as she inhales. I step closer to help with the nerves.
“I dare you to say no,” I say as I graze my finger on her face.
“Tempting,” she whispers. And then she kisses me again. Fuck, it feels good to be wanted. Her answers are in the way she sucks my lips, the way she looks at me, the fake girlfriend duties that made me realize how much more there is to me and Amber. We’re opposites in the best way but similar enough to be best friends.
“I could do this forever,” I mutter between kisses.
She holds my face, glancing at my gash. She looks deep into my eyes, and I think she’s about to give me a straight answer. “You know for someone having a name Pearson, you should be piercin’ at least something on your body.”
I laugh. “Nice try. Stop changing the subject.”
“You’re right,” she smiles, leaning into me. “I do.”
I observe her face. “You do?”
She nods. “I do.”
Chapter 33
I do.
Ugh, get a grip, Amber. This isn’t your wedding, you cheesy romantic frick.
You’re going to sleep with him, aren’t you?
The way this vagina is throbbing, it’s like all my mind can think about, especially with how he’s so tall and large and probablynotfour inches.
Christ, what’s wrong with me? I’m staring at him with a stupid smile on my face because I do. I do want to be his girlfriend.
“So, you’re mine?” he asks, possessively.
He walks towards me as I walk backward. I can’t handle the heat, so I’m trying to keep my distance. Then he stops, and my brain instantly is likefuck no, we don’t want the distance, jump on him!So, I jump on him unexpectedly, but he catches me easily. My ass is in his palms as he groans. Then he starts spinning like a merry-go-round. I’m holding on as tight as I can as I scream and laugh.
He falls to the ground lightly, putting me on my back.
“Baby, do you have any idea how fucking happy I am right now?”
He glances at the photographer and says, “That’s good. Thank you.”
She smiles, walking back to the newlyweds.
