Page 109 of The Kiss of Deception

“Uh-uh.” She shakes her head, impossibly shy and impatient, biting the swollen lip.

Her fingers touch my waist, kneading abstract patterns on my skin that send tingles all the way down my spine. Only the barest of touches and she already has me at the edge of the precipice.

“What were you thinking?” I release the abused flesh, pulling it with my thumb instead.

“I was thinking…” She seizes me, settling me between her parted thighs, rubbing my cock right between the wet folds of her pussy. I still her with a growl, a punishing grip on her hips. “I'm in big trouble.”

“Don’t worry, love.” I steal another kiss. How could I not? I would spend my life stealing kisses from her lips. “We’ll make it fit.”

With a hand on her sternum, I press her gently to the desk, unable to draw back without tugging on one beckoning nipple.

“Condom?” I ask with a few rough pulls of my throbbing cock.

She stuns me, though, making me twitch violently in my own hand. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean.”

“Me too.” I circle her entrance, torturing her and torturing myself, to gather her wetness and drag it to her clit, then back. Again and again. “You sure?”

“Will you just fuck me already?” She is all flippancy and need.

A slap on her inner thigh and she jolts up to rush me with the force of her glare. It’s scorching, all ice melted.

“Will you fuck me, please?”

The answer to her sarcasm is a taunting smirk, the one that belongs solely to her. “You’re so much more agreeable when you’re all naked and spread open for me. Your manners really stand out.”

“Not naked.”

“We’ll get to that in a minute, love.” My hands massage tense muscles, from her knees to the apex of her thighs, brushing her, but not quite. “No rush.”

“You’re insufferable. So fucking full of yourself.”

“Yeah?” I spread her wider, basking in the view. “In a second you’ll be, too.”

We both watch as I slip inside, fulfilling my promise, both unable to look away. Just one single inch. Zoe draws a sharp breath. Her pussy contracts around my tip, squeezing a choked sound from me. With one swift thrust, I sheath myself completely inside her, stars and rainbows popping under my eyelids. I still to give her body the time to stretch and adjust, choppy breaths echoing in the quiet room, drowned by pounding hearts.

“See?” My knuckle circles her clit, once, twice. Mesmerized. “Full of me.”

“So full.” For the first time, her sarcasm isn’t only sarcasm.

Her eyes pan back to my cock in her pussy, her fingers joining to feel us together. I pull back until only the crown remains inside and hook a finger around lace. With a rough pull, it tears like wrapping paper, the sweetest swish.

Zoe gasps, gaze jumping between my smirk and the remains of lace.

“All naked and spread open for me,” I confirm.

Then I slam inside her again with a deep, deliberate stroke.

Her body bows to meet mine and her lips part with a gasp, nails like five little half-moons on my back. As our foreheads meet in the middle, so do our eyes. And our mouths.

And we fit.

We fit perfectly.

As though every inch of my body was made for hers. As though every soft curve of her body was molded to spend eternity against every hard ridge of mine.

The feeling of her, being inside her, her body against mine, her nipples brushing my chest, is almost too much.

“Fuck, Zoe.” Against her neck, against her inky heart, my voice carries the notes of a rich torture. “You feel so good. So good.”

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