Page 72 of Miss Matched

Another slow circle over me sends my eyes rolling back.

“You asked me why I haven’t kissed another woman, why I don’t want another woman.” Zac drives a finger into me, and I go liquid. There’s nothing about this man’s touch that my body doesn’t love.

“As if anything could compare to this incredible pussy.”

His words might as well have hands of their own. It’s like running my thoughts through a colander, sinking into the blank spaces in my head while his body works me physically. He hooks his finger, finding the bundle of nerves that unlaces my insides.

“As if any woman could compare to the beauty of your face when you come on my dick.”

Zac adds another finger, and I stretch around him. His thumb slides my wetness over my clit.

“Take off your shirt,” he says, and I obey, peeling it off slowly and reveling in how he bites his lip as he watches me do it. I purposely brush my fingers over my sensitive nipples as I drag my hands down over my body, plucking the peaks between my fingers, appreciating how the motion darkens his stare by three shades.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says.

Zac’s fingers slip out, and I moan at the sudden emptiness. But he doesn’t leave me waiting long. He drops to his knees, and I almost come at the first swipe of his tongue. Tremors wrack my body like an earthquake. Zac has to hold my hips firm against the counter as I arch my back with the urgency taking over.

My ankles tug at the bind from my leggings, but they don’t give. Zac has full control of my pleasure, and he knows it. His tongue wanders in a figure eight over my clit, down inside my center, then up and around again, until my thighs clamp around his head and he starts fucking me with it. I grab fistfuls of his hair, trying to hold on as he pushes me closer and closer.

The room, my vision, the sound of him fucking me with his fingers while he devours me. Blurry fragments of my sanity drift off into space. I’m floating outside my body, watching his mouth unravel me, while I’m somehow also solidly grounded by it. Right there on the brink. Loving how he takes control, surprising myself that I feel safe enough to let him.

“Let go.” His breath is hot against my skin, and my body ripples in release at his command. His tongue rides the waves as I crash, rising and falling, and his fingers don’t let up until they pull out every last flutter.

I’m still in a fog when he finally strips my leggings off my ankles and stands to pull me against him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, picking me up and digging his fingers into my bare ass.

He kisses me as he walks me to my bed, and I can taste myself on his lips. His dick is rock hard, pressed against my stomach, and I wrap my legs tighter in a possessive attempt to be closer to him. Turning, he sits down on the bed so I’m straddling his lap. His mouth takes one of my nipples while he pinches the other. My body is already awake for more. He grazes my nipple with his teeth, then sucks it, releasing it with a pop as I swivel my hips against his solid length.

“I need to feel you inside me,” I groan.

Zac lies back on the bed and rests his hands on the back of his neck. A confident smile climbs his cheeks.

“Use me for what you need, baby,” he says.

I slide my hands up his solid chest and then rake my nails down him, memorizing every shiver that ripples through him. Knowing the control he gives is by choice, and that he still owns it. Because my body belongs to this man who refuses to stay on the other side of my well-built walls. This man who washes away every line I draw in the sand. This man who isn’t mine, but I’m falling for anyway.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as I lift up and position him at my entrance, taking him inch by inch as I slide down. I watch him disappear until he’s pressed to the hilt inside me, pulling a deep growl from his chest. I slide slowly at first. Up and down, in circles, grinding his hardness against the weight of pressure building inside me, savoring every corner he hits as I clench around him.

When I lean back, I lift until he’s almost all the way out, then I sink back onto him fast, slamming our bodies together. He grips the sheets at his sides as he lets out a groan.

I reach down between us and start to circle my clit with my fingers, which makes his eyes darken. And when I stretch my other hand behind my back to play with him, his dick turns to solid steel inside me.

He’s deep and I’m full, but I can’t get enough of him. A man unreachable in so many ways, to so many people, offering himself to me. His body begging for the scraps of love he thinks I have left. Ready and willing to take anything I’ll give. And I’ve never wished I had more to hand someone than the bare minimum. Until right now.

“I need you to fuck me,” I say, falling onto his chest. Our eyes lock as he wraps one hand in my hair.

Zac nips at my lower lip, and I whimper. His hands grab my ass, and the room moves on its axis as he flips us over.

“Your wish,” he says, driving back in, “is my command.”

He plunges in, harder this time, pulling my knees up over his shoulders so he can deepen himself. The careful, calculating man I know him to be falls away, and he unleashes pure power into my center, transforming intimacy into fucking for dear life. It’s primitive and urgent as sweat coats our bodies.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me tomorrow,” he says with a deep kiss. “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I scream, and it’s met with obliging thrusts.

He grabs my wrists and pins them over my head, driving in with raw, primal desire. I’m unable to question if this is right or wrong, left only to feel him so deep I’m not sure I can handle much more of it.

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