Page 54 of Miss Matched

She reaches for my cock, but I stop her, wrapping both her wrists into one of my hands behind her back.

“Patience, Cupid,” I growl, leaving them there.

Those long, spiky eyelashes flutter over her gray eyes as the widest grin makes me shiver. “Tease,” she says with a playful pout that tells me she enjoys it.

If only this woman knew what a tease it is simply being in her presence.

I lean in and nip once at her puffy bottom lip. She gasps and sucks it into her mouth for relief.

“You leave me no choice,” I say, peeling up her top. The backs of my hands linger to brush the underside of her tits before I tug it all the way overhead.

Two perfect teardrops with perky pink nipples beg my mouth to them. My eyes trail down her body with my hands, landing on her hips, a small heart tattoo just where she said it was.

“If I only get one night”—I pause to plant a kiss on her mouth—“I’m going to worship you.” My lips stamp a trail down her soft neck.

“From your mouth”—I drop further and skim my tongue over a nipple, gently drawing it between my teeth and making her moan—“to your pussy.”

I run my fingers along her slit, feeling the wetness through the triangle of fabric.

“So wet for me.”

A timid smile ticks up one corner of her mouth as my thumb finds the nub of her clit, rolling in a circle. Kennedy’s body arches on contact, her head falling back in a moan.

“Look at me, baby,” I say, and she snaps her gaze forward.

I move my hand upward, and the heat in her eyes nearly undoes my restraint. Her chest flushes pink as I slide my fingers up her stomach and palm one of her soft, perfect tits. I tug the bud of her nipple between my fingers, and she rewards me with a purr from deep in her chest.

My hips grind between her legs. Her underwear and my sweatpants are the only things still between us. There’s no hiding my thick shaft as it rubs against her heat.

“Oh, God, yes. Please.” Breathy little moans and begs pant from her with each breath.

“You want this?” I ask, driving my erection against her.

She nods greedily.

“You want me?” I don’t know why, but I need to hear her say it. Even if it reveals the power she has over me or gives me away. I need to be the man who undoes her.

Kennedy leans in close enough for her tits to graze my bare chest. There is dark desire in her eyes. She tips her mouth by my ear and runs her tongue along it.

“I want you, Zac,” she says in an almost-whisper, quietly confessing it like a dirty little secret.

“Good,” I say. “Because I’m going to enjoy spending the night ruining you for all other men.”

Moving across the room in a few strides, I dig a foil wrapper out of a nearby bathroom. I’m relieved when I return to see Kennedy hasn’t moved. Her naked body blushes from her chest to her cheeks as I tip her legs wider with my hips.

I reach down and strip myself from the waist down in one sweep, her stare falling to my cock. There’s a surprising intimacy in her eyes as she looks me over, her teeth grazing her bottom lip. She’s inspecting, appreciating, making me heavier between the legs.

“Just for tonight,” I remind her.

Tipping her chin up to meet my gaze, she lets out a throaty chuckle. Her laugh, in any form or decibel level, unravels me. I’m driven by the need to bury myself in her and let go. With one tug, I reach in and rip her panties off her body, and her lips part in a gasp.

I wrap a hand around the base of my cock, and I pump up and down as she watches, rubbing the head against her slippery, pink slit. She’s glistening and ready for me, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve seen in my entire life.

I rub her wetness over her clit with my dick, and she moans.

“Please, Zac,” she begs, and it makes the building pressure almost unbearable.

But I hold back.

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