Page 55 of Miss Matched

“What do you want, Kennedy?” I ask her, needing to hear it. My self-indulgent desire to possess her overtakes me.

“I want you.” Kennedy’s breaths are heavy with the slow circles I trace over her sensitive nub.

“You want me how?” I pause, and her breath hitches.

She drives her hips forward in a greedy attempt to take my cock, but I pull back the slightest and resist her.

“I want you inside me,” she says, snapping her gaze to mine. “Now.”

One word gives me everything I need.

In one rip, I tear open the foil wrapper and roll the condom down my shaft, barely pausing for her to wrap her arms around my shoulders as I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt as her walls clench around my length.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growl.

Kennedy pulls me in with a frantic kiss, and I hook an arm under one of her knees to open her and drive in deeper.

“Zac.” She pants my name, and my cock throbs as her slick walls vibrate.

I pump into her at a steady pace, savoring every warm inch.

“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her.

My hand wraps near the base of her throat, and I’m consumed by her heartbeat, which quickens with each thrust. She wraps her legs tighter and shudders around my dick.

“Not yet, babe,” I say, slowing my pace.

Her pussy squeezes, close to release, but I’m not ready to let her chase it. I need her on this ledge with me. Teetering on the brink of delirium. On one side pleasure and the other madness. Knowing the higher we climb up this mountain, the farther we’ll fall down it.

I drag Kennedy’s ass off the piano, holding her in my arms and walking her to the couch. Her pussy clenches around my cock with each step. I lower her to her feet and pull out as a disappointed moan falls from her lips, one I gladly cut off by spinning her around and pushing her to her knees on the couch cushion.

Her body shivers as I plant my hand on her back and bend her over, watching those perfect fingers dig into the leather. I wrap a fistful of her hair in my hand and tug hard enough that her body arches for me.

“You better hold on, baby,” I tell her, and she tightens her grip, her knuckles turning white as she buckles under my control.

Just for tonight.

Permission to unleash what we shouldn’t echoes in my head.

I grab my cock and line it up with her soaking slit. With one hard drive, I’m back inside her, slow intimacy giving way for unabashed need.

My hips pump hard, this new angle welcoming me deeper than before, and I chase every inch, tugging harder on her hair with the reward of her screaming my name. The line between making love and fucking gets blurry as she submits.

Each thrust takes us farther past the limits we’ve been hiding behind. The sharpness of her usually defiant tongue is dulled by purrs and moans instead, and this woman who rebels, who holds back and hides behind the wall where I’m her client and she’s untouchable, opens to me.

Kennedy’s knees buckle, and I wrap my hands around her hips to keep her in place. Her legs tremble as her tight walls hug my cock. I feel her chasing the edge and resist my own building pressure so I can savor her release.

Pumping harder, I fold over her body. The scent of her coconut shampoo hits me as I bury my face in her neck. I go as deep as I can, and Kennedy still feels too far away. So I pull out and flip her onto her back, our bodies slick with sweat as I lay mine over hers, shifting my hips forward and sliding into her sweet folds.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, holding her jaw in my hand so I can stare into those wolf-gray eyes. “So fucking beautiful.”

And mine.

But I don’t say it because I’m not ready to feel the emptiness of that lie yet.

Instead, I give in to this moment. Her body shakes with needy whimpers that beg for me. Her nails dig into my back, and her heels draw me in tighter. I move in even thrusts, grinding against her clit. Her movements are frantic and unrestrained, like we’re at the top of a cliff and ready to feel weightless.

“Come for me,” I say, knowing she’s on the brink. I want to watch her fall over.

Her pussy clenches my length as her eyes roll back with a flutter of her lashes. I sink my teeth into the soft skin at the base of her neck and chase her over that ledge, continuing to thrust through every wave of her climax until there’s nothing left.

We cling to each other, sated, and tangled.

Urgency abated.

I expected the ache inside to be satisfied, but it’s stronger now than it was before.

Kennedy brushes my hair off my forehead and runs a finger down the line of my jaw. She gives me a satisfied smile, and I know one thing for certain: in the process of taking, I opened that dark void down deep and let her spill into it, and I’m not sure how emptiness will ever be enough again.

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