Page 97 of The Misfit

“Look.” I catch her hips, guiding her to stand between me and the desk. The monitor shows our reflection: her slight frame tucked against my chest, my hands resting on her silk-covered waist. “What do you see?”

“Us?” Her voice carries confusion.

“Really look.” I rest my chin on her shoulder, meeting her eyes on the screen. “Look at how perfectly we fit. How your patterns match my chaos. How everything about us shouldn’t work, but somehow it does.”

She stares at our reflection, and I watch the understanding fill her eyes. We do fit—her careful movements contained by my solid presence, my wild energy focused by her measured patterns.

“Oh,” she breathes, and the sound goes straight through me.

“Yeah.” I tighten my grip slightly, sliding my hand up to circle her neck and watching her pupils dilate on the screen. “Oh.”

I stand and pull her back against me, keeping my eyes on hers through the screen. “Let me show you,” I whisper. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a taste of her.

She melts against me with a soft gasp, one hand circling the wrist holding her neck and her other finding my thigh.

“A little higher, baby,” I instruct. She arches her back instead, and I let her feel the hard length of me against her skirt.

When her eyes drift closed, I tighten my grip on her neck slightly. “No, watch us. Watch what I’m about to do to you.”

Then I release her neck, tugging from her hold, and step around to pull a barstool from the kitchen and plant it right in front of her.

Her eyes are still heavy-lidded as she watches me. “What’s that for?”

I shrug. “So you’ll have something to hold on to while I eat you to within an inch of your life and fuck you just as hard.”

She gulps, the sound loud even to me. “You …”

I give her a grin, step behind her, and plant both of her hands flat on the stool. It makes her back arch and her ass stick out toward me. Yes. “Keep your eyes on the screen. I want you to watch yourself. Watch how you fall apart for me.”

She does as I ask, and I flip her little flower skirt up over her hips to reveal her panties. A little wet spot already darkens the pink fabric between her thighs. My mouth waters.

I drop to my knees behind her and rip her panties down her legs. She gasps but readjusts when I spread her wider. “Stay like that. You’re perfect.”

She whimpers, and my dick aches, but I remind myself that patience is key when it comes to her. Soon enough, I’ll be deep inside her, and it will all be worth the wait.

I lean forward and delve my tongue between the folds of her wet center. Almost immediately, her thighs quiver where they brush my face. Fuck, I love how responsive she is. I give her a few more licks, tasting her, taking my time, then slide my tongue up to press it gently against her other hole.

Her body tenses, and I run my hands up her calves to soothe her. “Relax, I’m not going to do anything. I just want to taste every single inch of your beautiful body.”

I do it again, this time prodding the hole with my tongue gently and sliding back down to delve inside her. She rewards me with a moan, and I wish I could get that sound engraved on my tombstone. Maybe by the time I die, there will be digital tombstones, and mine will just be this beautiful woman moaning for me.

When I can’t take it anymore, I push off the floor and stand behind her. Her eyes find mine in the computer monitor again, and I grin and open my fly to remove my aching cock. “You want me inside you, Salem? Keep your eyes on the screen, watch us, watch while I fuck you until you scream my name.”

She gives me a nod, and I crouch slightly to get the right angle, enough to glide smoothly into her with how wet she is. It’s still a tight fit, and when I’m fully seated, I force a breath through my nose, maintaining control.

I can’t lose it like the last time and scare her off. Can’t risk it.

I start a steady rhythm and cup her hips to pull her back against me. Once she starts meeting me stroke for stroke, I bring my right hand to the center of her back and glide it over the bunched-up fabric of her skirt right down to her tight little asshole. “Breathe, Pantry Girl; you’re going to like this.”

I press my thumb against the little ring and only push in enough to give her a little sensation. She gasps and moans again. “Lee!”

“I like when you say my name like that,” I tell her, picking up my pace because fuck, her pussy feels like heaven around me, and I’m not going to last much longer.

I move my hand around to her front and pinch her clit gently, making her arch into me harder, seeking more, deeper, harder, faster. She wants more, then I’ll give her more.

This time, I set a brutal pace, forcing her against the edge of the stool as I take her hard. Every thrust is greeted with a moan, and when she shatters, she shouts, “Lee!”

I grin as I thrust a few more times, riding out her orgasm and then reaching my own like a lightning strike down my spine. When I slow and stop, I’m still inside her, but I feel the warm heat of my cum dripping from her pussy onto my own thighs.

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