Page 13 of Grudge Match

Elodie curls her fists tighter around my jacket and pulls me closer, her lips only inches away. “I did figure that out, Deacon. But when I did, you were nowhere to be found.” A lone tear spills down her cheek and I wipe it away.

I cup her chin and tilt her face until we’re so close I can taste her breath.

“I’m right here, baby. And there is nowhere else in the whole goddamn world that I want to be. I need you, little girl. Whenever you’re ready, I want you to give yourself to me, and when you do, I’ll never let you forget you’re mine.” I grunt, and my chest heaves with labored breaths.

“Are you ready?” She crushes her mouth to mine and then lowers her lips to my stubbled jaw, licking and nibbling down my neck.

My knees grow weak with unspent desire. My balls ache for release. If my cock gets any harder, there's a possibility it will rip through my pants.

“Baby, I think you know I’m ready.” I groan, deepening our kiss and molding my greedy hands over the small of her back, sliding them over her plump, curvy behind. My stiff cock digs into her belly and a shuddering moan leaves her lips.

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. For five years, I’ve wished and prayed for it to go away, but it never did. I love you, Deacon. I’ve thought of you endlessly,” Elodie confesses through tears, her lips trembling as each word falls from her lips. “Does that answer your question?”

“It does,” I reply with a smile, happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Do you want to come inside?” Elodie tries to be flirtatious as she nervously toys with her lock. Of course, she means her apartment, but the double entendre is not lost on me.

Every primal desire simmering inside me wants to scream yes to both, but I play it cool and take the keys from her trembling hands.

“Of course I do.” Struggling to contain my elation, I lead her into her small foyer, decorated with photographs of Vermont and a few trinkets from home. I lift a wooden frame containing a picture of Elodie and her parents at her high school graduation. It’s only been five years, but she looks so much younger. I knew she’d only grow more beautiful with each passing year, and I want to be the man who watches her do that. My father always said your life starts making sense when you meet the other half of your soul, and he’s right. I feel like my world has finally fallen into place.

“Would you like a tour?” Elodie clasps her hands and bashfully looks away. “It’s a small place. We could do it in thirty seconds.” She giggles, rocking on her heels, impatiently waiting for someone to make the first move.

I shake my head, licking my lips as my thoughts swirl with every fantasy I've ever harbored about this moment. “No, sweetheart. I don’t want a tour. I want you.”

I don’t feel myself moving toward her. It happens so fast that I would need to see a replay in slow motion to believe I pounced on my unsuspecting girl, pinned her against the closest wall, and lifted her onto my hips. My lips fall on hers with a crash that reverberates into my soul. I kiss her with a desperate need, hungrily and greedily, stealing her breath and punishing her lips with a brutality I don’t recognize.

Is this what it feels like to get the one thing you’ve always wanted? You want to consume it, devouring every ounce until it becomes a part of your DNA.

“Deacon,” Elodie whimpers, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her warm body presses into mine, and her back arches as I align our hips and rub my crotch against her inner thigh.

“Baby, I’ve thought about this moment for so long,” I say, then deepen our kiss, ravishing her lips and invading her mouth with my tongue. My hands dig into the delectable mounds of her voluptuous ass, kneading her flesh and crushing her trembling body to mine.

“Me too.” Elodie breathes the words and her smoldering gaze melts my heart. While we kiss, my hands travel from her ass to the hem of her dress, quickly gathering the fabric until I’m able to pull it over her head.

“Is Ramona coming back?” I ask, tossing her dress onto the closest sofa. My lovesick eyes focus on the exposed curves of her breasts, and my salivating mouth drops to her tight nipples. Pulling the straps off her shoulders, I cup her supple mounds and lick each rigid peak, devouring her flesh and reveling in her soft moans of ecstasy.

Elodie pulls away with a lusty gaze. “She’s gone for the night. And I bolted the door in case she changes her mind.”

“You’re such a clever girl. But if I recall, you’re also a brat,” I growl, gritting my teeth as I drop to my knees and hook her bare leg over my shoulder. “Aren’t you?”

Elodie’s eyes grow wide, and her hands move down, attempting to cover the wet stain on the crotch of her lacy panties. It’s too late. I saw it, and I want to see more. With my eyes locked on hers, I shake my head once and clasp her wrists. “Only a brat as big as you could get so wet so fast.”

“I’ve been wet all day. It hasn’t stopped since you wished me good morning. I don’t know how to make it go away,” she says, raking her teeth against her plump bottom lip.

My head dizzies as whatever blood remains in my brain shoots into my painfully stiff shaft. I feel harder, bigger, and stronger than ever before, as if my cock knows it’s minutes from sinking into its perfect fit. “I can help you with that, sweetheart. Consider it my job from now on.”

Chapter Fifteen

“What are you doing?” Elodie’s soft cries fill my ears as I lick my way up her inner thighs. The scent of her arousal short-circuits my brain. Dewy drops of her sweet honey glisten on her skin, and my stomach growls louder with each taste.

“You know what I’m doing, my beautiful brat. Your man is going to clean up this wet pussy,” I groan, running my fingers across the drenched gusset of her expensive panties, teasing her with a light touch before sliding my hand beneath the elastic.

She gasps when my fingers sink into her wetness, gliding with ease through her slick folds until I reach her swollen bud. Elodie moans, and her knees buckle. She loses her balance and slides down, but I catch her, hook both knees over my shoulders, and lay her out on the sofa with her pussy in the direct path of my mouth.

“No one has ever done this to me before,” Elodie stammers through labored breaths, then rocks her hips into my face.

My tongue brushes against her clit, licking in tiny circles, lapping and stroking that little bundle of nerves until she throws her head back and screams my name. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard but only the beginning.

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