Page 98 of Failure to Match

Great.

So why wasn’t he doing it?

“Do you want that? Do you want my tongue on your pussy, giving you a little taste of how fucking spoiled you’d be as my wife?”

I hummed instead of answering—wasn’t entirely confident I could speak anymore.

Jacksontsked. “You need to answer my questions if you want to be touched again.”

I swallowed in an attempt to stop my voice from cracking when I answered him. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, darling? What is it you want? Tell me.”

In what world did he imagine I could weave that many sentences together while he was looking at me like that? I tried to focus, gathering my thoughts so I could create something coherent out of them, but there were so many different thingsmy body wanted. He’d broken some sort of kinky dam in my soul and the flood was overwhelming.

I wanted too much, and I didn’t know how to communicate it.

So why don’t you show him?

That… I could do that.

Chewing the inside of my cheek, I lowered to my knees in front of him. He released a breath as he watched me, his gaze heavy with desire.

“Can I show you instead?” I whispered.

He tipped my chin up, the one side of his gorgeous mouth slanting up. “You can do whatever you want. Spoiled wives don’t hear the word ‘no’very often, Jamie. We might as well get you used to it.”

It was like I’d crossed some sort of invisible barrier into an alternate reality sometime over the last week. Not only was Jackson Sinclair trying to convince me to marry him, but it was starting to turn me on.

Like…a lot.

My tongue darted out as I ran my palms over his hard thighs, when I reached his abs, I gave them a little push. It was like trying to nudge a boulder. He chuckled, obeying my silent command. When his back hit the cushion, I leaned in and placed a soft, innocent little kiss at the base of his bulge.

A low, pleased sound rolled out of his chest. He brushed a stray curl away from my forehead and slid closer, giving me better access.

My confidence grew and I continued placing kisses over the fabric covering his impressive length, until I reached the little wet spot of desire. Then I licked it.

His inhale was sharp, startled,empowering.

He gaped down at me, brows pulling together like he couldn’t believe what I’d just done. So, I leaned forward again and kissed the same spot, before parting my lips and suckling on the fabric.

“Oh, fuck…” His head fell back, then immediately snapped up again, like he’d realized he didn’t want to miss a single second of the visual.

My fingers itched to unzip him. I wanted to take him into my mouth and blow his mind through his dick, but… what if I teased him just a little more first?

With a cheeky smirk, I ran my mouth over him again, giving him little kisses and licks along the way until he was panting, gaze drunk with need.

“Okay, enough, just—” He cut off with a loud, vibrant groan when I turned my head and grazed my teeth over his full length, teasing him through the fabric. “Fuuuuck.”

When I reached the tip and gave it a little extra attention, his hips bucked. His fists were white against the dark velvet couch.

This hadn’t been the plan. I hadn’t thought about teasing him for this long; the point of doing this was to show him what I wanted, not melt his brain. But… what if I kept going until he broke? How much could he take before he snapped, pinned me on the couch, and fucked me into the cushions with unforgiving vengeance?

My core purred at the thought, a thrill swirling up my torso.

I reached for his belt, continuing to kiss him as I unbuckled it. His thighs were tense under me, his breathing shallow. It hitched when I unzipped him, and again when I pulled his briefs down, and—oh… my god.

His cock was beautiful.

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