Page 102 of From Fling to Ring

He crawls onto the bed behind me, pushing my legs apart to make room for himself. His belt and fly open and I hear the sound of his jeans and boxers being lowered, most likely just enough to free his hard cock.

I twist to look back at him. He’s smiling, one hand stroking his cock, and the other smoothing over my ass. I return my head to the bedspread and buck my hips up as best I can to open my pussy to him.

“That’s what I’m talking about, baby,” he groans. “Give me that pretty pussy, all glistening and wet and ready for me.”

His fingers reach between my legs and I nearly explode at his first touch, that’s how much he has me wound up. I bury my face in the bed to keep from screaming while reaching to find my clit. The sensation of both our hands working me over is almost too much. I buck my hips harder and my breath gets raspy.

“Fuck me, Tyler, please fuck me.”

“Mmmm,” he growls. “Baby wants my dick. You think you can handle it?”

God, his naughty words get going. “I’d like to try,” I say coyly.

Well, that’s all my man needs. A second after he positions himself at my entrance, he pushes all the way inside and the waves of a crazy orgasm start battering me.

He fucks me again and again, and I rub circles on my hard clit. I’m floating, like an untethered kite, my head spinning with ecstasy as I raise my ass in the air to take more of him— even though I’m not sure he has any more to give.

He reaches under me and holds my breasts during his last, hard thrusts, fucking me to the depths of my soul. I feel my pussy convulse around him as he bottoms out one last time, filling the entire apartment with his deafening groans.

When he pulls out, he flips me onto my back and kisses me long and hard.

“You’re everything I’ve ever needed,” he breathes into my ear, and my heart soars with happiness.

I slide my hand into his and settle back into the pillows. “You’re lucky that ninety-day bet didn’t work out, aren’t you?”

He shakes his head. “Am I ever. And I gotta say, I think I got the better end of the deal.”

“Well now, let’s see if you can keep me for the next ninety years.”

He kisses the top of my head. “You’re on. Care to wager a bet?”

EPILOGUE 1

Tyler’s intro to Lucy’s new book:

An introduction from the man who’s just lucky to be here…

Hey you there. Yes, you with the book in your hands, who’s probably rolling your eyes wondering why some dude has written the intro to the book that’s going to change your life.

Let me start by saying, I had no choice about writing this. Seriously. I have been bribed with the promise of a nice, juicy filet mignon at the restaurant of my choice, as well as not having to take out the garbage for a week. Yes, I am a cheap date.

So I sit here, reluctantly pouring my heart out for the greater good of… what, I’m not sure, to be honest.

But hey, let’s talk about the author of this book for a second, Lucy Daley. She’s part firecracker, part teddy bear. She’ll roast your ass with her sarcasm one moment and snuggle up to you the next. It’s almost impossible to keep up with her, and she waits for no one, me included. I have accepted this as my fate.

So why are you reading this book? Are you looking for love, or did this just pop up on your radar like the book you’ve been waiting for all your life? No matter, stick around. Despite Lucy’s overuse of eye-rolls and lousy taste in movies, I promise you the woman has a thing or two to say.

You see, contrary to what you might be thinking, this book is not actually about finding the perfect guy.

Spoiler alert: he doesn’t exist.

Let me repeat for the people in the back: Mister Perfect does not exist. As in, there’s no such thing.

No Santa Clause, no Easter Bunny, no Tooth Fairy, and no Perfect Guy.

I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this. But the sooner you accept it, the better off we’ll all be.

What this book is about is finding someone just as flawed and messed up as you are, but in all the right ways. It’s about navigating the minefield of modern dating with a sense of humor and healthy dose of realism.

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