Page 99 of Failure to Match

Yup. I officially knew what Jackson Sinclair’s cock looked like, and it wasbeautiful. Long, thick, perfectly curved, and topped with a regal crown. Like the rest of him, it was also huge.I’d never been with someone this big before. It was probably going to hurt.

With that exciting thought, I grabbed him with gentle fingers and delicately angled him toward my mouth. I didn’t have a grip on him—wouldn’t even give him that much. Just the smooth touch of my fingertips to keep him where I wanted.

“Jamie.”

Ignoring him, I pressed a sweet kiss to that one sensitive spot right under his crown, then stroked it with the tip of my tongue.

His lungs deflated. He was leaking so much already; it was incredibly satisfying.

“I know what you’re doing.” His voice was barely human, it was so charred and thick.

“What am I doing?” I asked lightly, mesmerized by the pearly precum trailing down his shaft. Not wanting to let it go to waste, I licked it off his skin, practically purring when his salty, masculine taste caressed my tongue.

I was so far gone—didn’t even recognize myself anymore.

More precum. This time, I went straight for the source and gently suckled it out of his gorgeous, angry tip.

“Jesus.” He bucked instinctively, trying to get more of himself in my mouth. I didn’t allow it, but I did tease his leaking slit with the tip of my tongue. The noise it earned me hit me right in the primal, lizard part of my brain.

What little reservation I had left about what we were doing snapped like a stale cracker. I started spoiling his cock with soft licks and open-mouthed kisses, making sure to capture every last drop of precum I teased out of him. When my focus shifted to his balls, his patience unraveled.

“Enough.” It was a command.

“I thought you said I could do what I wanted,” I teased. “This is what I want.”

His groan shattered into breathless pieces when I gently suckled him again. It was so fucking addicting. Jackson Sinclair, one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the world was breaking in front of me, and all I was doing was teasing him with feather-light flicks of my tongue.

“Jamie…” He was fraying at the edges. His cheeks were flushed, eyes completely out of focus, and every time I licked him, he leaked a little more for me. Hottest experience of my life.

“Please don’t make me stop,” I begged delicately. “I like tasting you like this.”

“Then open your mouth and do it properly.”

Nah. This was more fun for me.

“Is this how you really want to play this?” he asked.

Yes. Yes, it was.

“Last chance. Open your mouth.” His voice had grown dangerously dark. It was delicious. “I’ll even shoot down your pretty throat as a reward and fuck you extra hard as punishment.”

Nope.

I gave him a slow lick before tracing the tip of my tongue over the protruding vein running raggedly over?—

With a fractured growl, Jackson fisted my hair and lifted my head off his dick. It didn’t hurt, but it was firm enough to make me vibrate.

I was on the couch before I could so much as blink, pinned to the cushions the way I’d wanted. But instead of shoving my panties to the side and thrusting into me with revenge, he yanked them off, hooked his arms under my thighs, locked me in place, and dove in tongue-first.

I gasped, my back arching at the shock of sensation. He wasted notime.None.

There were no teasing licks or promising kisses. He went straight for my clit and roughly sucked it into his scorchingmouth, groaning with angry satisfaction when he got what he wanted.

I was panting and squirming against him within seconds, spiraling up to the edge of orgasm at breathtaking speed. I needed him to slow down. “Jackson, I?—”

His growl of pleasure vibrated against my clit, making my vision sway. He was licking and sucking me like a man starved, and… it took less than a minute. I screamed when the orgasm hit, my fists tightening in his hair as my spine curved and the world spun.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

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