Page 63 of Perfect (mis)Match

“Ah, okay,” his hands slid higher, moving to my inner thigh. “Like this?”

“Getting warmer,” I rasped as his fingertips grazed the edge of my underwear.

Vincent moved to kneel in between my legs. “You know, I could get fired for this. But I can’t resist you.” He moved his fingers beneath my underwear and found my heat. “I can’t resistthis.”

I sucked in a breath as he slid a finger inside me then paused.

“Maybe I should stop?” Vincent said in a low voice, still playing the role of the horny massage therapist. “We could get in trouble if someone catches us.”

I pushed against his hand. “No, don’t stop.”

“Beg.”

His voice shifted from customer service tone to dominant in a single syllable.

I was so desperate for him I didn’t even pause. “Please, sir, don’t stop.”

“Don’t stopwhat?” he rumbled. His hand slowed between my legs.

“Don’t stop…touching me,” I panted. The man was a maestro at playing my body, and I needed more.

His fingertips teased, slipping inside, then against my clit, then paused again. Vincent wasseriousabout the begging, and he was going to get what he wanted because I was desperate enough to plead with him for more.

“Please. I…I need you…”

“You need me to do what?” Vincent asked in a growl.

“To…fuck me,” I whispered hoarsely, desperate.

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a condom, and rolled it on in an instant. The next thing I knew he was poised above me, looking down at me with a devilish expression.

“Is this what you want?”

He rubbed the tip of his cock against my warm wetness.

“Y-yes…” I whispered. “Please.”

In answer, he slid inside me, and we both sighed in ecstasy as we connected. Vincent lowered himself so that his body covered mine, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, driving him even deeper inside of me.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” he whispered in my ear.

Vincent started moving his hips, drawing his cock in and out slowly. Little sparklers started going off behind my eyes, and the man had barely even begun fucking me.

He kept up a slow and steady pace and slipped his hand down between our bodies to caress me. The combination of him filling me and the focused attention on my clit sent me racing to a climax before I even had a chance to realize I was close.

“Vincent!” I cried out as I came.

The sweet, rolling vibrations pulsed inside of me, growing stronger and stronger before finally fading away.

Vincent paused and let me ride out the end of the orgasm and then started moving with a little more force, rolling his hips against me.

“Harder,” I whispered.

“You littleminx,” he rasped back at me.

He pounded against me, and I could tell he was trying to hold back, to keep from letting go.

“You feel too good,” he sighed with his mouth pressed to my ear. “I don’t want to come.”

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