Page 97 of Failure to Match

And when I delicately pulled myself apart for him, he groaned, shifting on the couch as a small spot on his tailored trousers darkened with lust.

My knees were seconds away from crumbling.

Like your career.

I blinked, panic blooming in my chest. Yet my feet stayed firmly rooted in place.

“You’re being such a good fucking girl.” His voice was dark, crisp, breathless. Almost like he was in pain. “Shall I make the rest of my case while you stand there and pretend like it’s not everything you want? Or do you think your pussy will give you away?”

I was well beyond forming even one word, let alone a full sentence.

“I’d like an answer. Shall we discuss just how spoiled you’d be as my wife? How I’d buy you diamonds just so I could fuck you in them?” If he licked his lips one more time I was going to go into cardiac arrest. “I’d make you the envy of every woman in the world, Jamie, even if it was against your will. And with a clit that sweet… the ways I would torture you. You’d look so fucking pretty all tied up for me, blushing and begging for mercy with all those diamonds wrapped around your neck. I’d ruin you.”

I clenched. Visibly, according to the evil smirk it earned me.

“Would you like that? Would you like being tied up and at my mercy?” When I didn’t respond, he said, “What if I forced you to pick out the toy you’d be tortured with every night? What if I made you wait for me on my bed, kept you on the phone while you edged yourself and begged your husband to come home early from work?”

Another whimper. Another clench. I was dripping down my thighs.

He noticed.

“Should I give you a little preview of what it would be like if you were my wife? What do you think?”

Every time he saidwife, my stomach clenched. He kept putting a possessive emphasis on the word, and it pleased the lusty little monster he’d awakened in me.

When I didn’t respond, Jackson leaned forward until his face was inches away from my throbbing clit. “God, just fucking look at you, keeping yourself spread for me. You really are pretty everywhere, aren’t you?” There was enough awe and praise in his voice to last me a lifetime. “You’re dripping all the way down your thighs, sweet girl. You must be in agony.”

My brain was drenched in enough flammable static to reduce my comprehension levels to a bare-fucking-minimum, but I was pretty sure he’d just called mesweet girl.

I was even more sure it made me clench again. My core was scorched.

Jackson ran two knuckles up my inner thigh, gathering the slick evidence of my lust. “What I’d do to see myself spilling out of you like this… you have no fucking idea. It’s very quickly becoming another one of my kinks.”

The visual slammed into me like a ball of fire, making my head spin.

“What do you think, sweet girl? You want to know what it feels like to take a full load of my cum in your perfect pussy?” He cocked his head to one side when I whimpered, running his knuckles over my slick skin again. “If you keep making those noises, it’ll be two loads, darling. My cock likes them a little too much. You think your pretty little cunt can handle being fucked twice in one night?”

Before I could even think to talk myself out of it, my mouth was moving. “I’m on birth control. Tested and everything.” Translation:YES. PLEASE.

He didn’t need to give me his answer. Charmed required their clients to be tested every three months. Jackson’s results were in his file; clear as of two weeks ago.

“What if I was rough with you?” he pushed. “Do you think you could handle being held down and fucked hard? Could your pussy take it?”

It was like I was see-through. He was smashing all my secret buttons one by one. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

What little oxygen my lungs had managed to retain rushed out of them when he slipped his knuckles into his mouth and licked away my arousal.

He fuckinggroanedwhen he did it, eyes shutting momentarily with ecstasy.

“Fucking peaches,” he muttered darkly, going back for more.

Was I going to die here? Because it kind of felt like it.

“Fuck, I want to lick your little clit so fucking bad.” He adjusted himself as his tongue flicked over his fingers, cleaning them off again. The little spot of precum seeping through his pants had spread. “You’re all swollen and glistening for me, darling, practically begging to be tortured.”

Perfect.

---