Page 117 of Failure to Match

“Is that a yes? Have I finally found it?”

I huffed a small laugh. Couldn’t help it. “You’re so annoying.”

He pressed his smiling lips to mine in yet another tender kiss. “And you’re incredibly fun to tease, anyone ever tell you that?”

There was a beat of silence, both our brains a little too slow to process what he’d just asked.

It hit him first. He pulled back. “Scratch that.”

But it was too late. My evil brain had formed its evil plan, and the evil words were already tumbling out of my evil mouth. “Yes. I’ve been told thatsomany times bysooomany very attractive men thamphnmnn.”

I’d never kissed someone while we were both laughing before. It felt dangerously right. Like I’d been kissing the wrong peoplemy whole life.

Whatever panic was supposed to follow that realization was swept away by the tender strokes of Jackson’s tongue. I couldn’t feel anything except for the deep, burning desire simmering at the very pit of my core. Didn’t even realize he’d lifted me until my ass hit the mattress and Jackson pulled away.

“On your stomach.”

Finally.

Finally, finally,fin?—

My reaction time was too slow for his liking, so he decided to flip me over himself. And… yup. I definitely had a big thing for being manhandled; shuddered and moaned when he grabbed my hips, yanked them into position, and kneed my thighs an extra inch apart. I was fully exposed to him then, entirely at his mercy with my hands tied behind my back, my ass in the air, and half my face pressed to the mattress.

I fucking loved it. Apparently, I was a tad kinkier than I’d led myself to believe up to this point.

“You’re fucking dripping, Jamie.” My thigh quivered when he grazed a finger over my skin, tracing the slickness running down my inner thigh. “You need to be fucked and used that badly?”

I buried my face into the duvet and stifled a moan.

“You really are a perfect little sex toy.” His hands slid over my ass cheeks, spreading me wide open. “Look at these pretty little holes. They’re just begging to be fucked, aren’t they? They need it.”

I choked against the duvet when he pressed the thick, sizzling pad of his tongue against my clit and slowly, slowly, slowly licked all the way up.

ALL. The way. Up.

Then he pressed a sweet little kiss to my trembling lower back.

“Slight problem, though,” he murmured darkly. “I like to take good care of my toys. I enjoy that part almost as much as all the playing. Without it, the process wouldn’t feel quite as complete. And what good will all the playing be if we don’t reach completion, wouldn’t you agree?”

I knew exactly where he was going with this and I wasn’t having any of it. I wasn’t changing my mind.

“Not necessarily,” I panted. “I can’t orgasm just from penetration but that doesn’t mean it’s not fun or pleasurable.”

A long pause. Then, “You’ve never come from just penetration?”

“No.” It wasn’t uncommon, and I swear if he was about to tell me it would be different with his miracle-working magic dick?—

“So I can fuck you as much as I want, and you won’t be able to come until I allow it?”

My heart stopped beating for a second. “That’s... one way to look at it.”

He cursed under his breath, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper ripping open. My muscles were vibrating.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Strawberry,” I panted. “Can we stop talking about it now and?—”

The air was slammed out of my lungs, my muscles clenching against the unexpected sensation of suddenly being filled. It hurt just enough to make my clit sing.

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