Page 9 of The One Night Match

I drag her dress down further, using my body to hold her in place against the wall as I trail open kisses down her throat and chest until I expose one of her nipples.

The sight of the dusky pink rosebud has my cock pulsing behind my zipper, my balls aching with the need to come.

Maybe she’ll let me come all over her tits. Now there’s a thought.

I press a chaste kiss to the soft peak before laving my tongue across it, stealing a soft moan from her pouty lips.

Her hands thread into my hair, tugging me closer and positioning me exactly where she needs me.

I carefully drag my teeth over the sensitive bud, unsure how much pain she can handle on the side of her pleasure, but the sound she lets out is enough proof of how filthy my girl is.

Fuck. My girl.

I can’t think of her like that, because I can’t fucking keep her.

Tomorrow I’ll be married to another woman, and while I’m a lot of things, I’m not a fucking cheater.

I watched for years as my father stepped out on Mom, her self-esteem gradually falling away until she was nothing but a shell of herself.

I refuse to do that to my wife, even if we were strangers up until our wedding day.

“Oh god,” she moans, her hips losing their rhythm as she grinds down on my throbbing cock. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m pretty sure I’m going to explode.

Maybe I’ll be the one coming from dry fucking alone.

I chuckle against her soft skin. “Are you going to come for me, Kitten?”

She nods, dropping her head back against the wall as her body begins to tremble. She looks so beautiful right now. I can barely tear my eyes off her as I double my efforts with her tits, meeting her hips at every opportunity to drive her higher.

“So close,” she breathes.

“I want to see you fall apart for me, Kitten. Get yourself off on my cock,” I demand, and as if the words alone pushed her over the edge, her eyes fall closed and her body tenses as soft tremors take over.

Her moan is downright pornographic as she comes, and I have to distract myself to stop myself from tumbling right over the edge with her.

Old ladies. Asshole’s litter tray. Tuna sandwiches. The trash can from the diner next door.

That last one seems to do the trick, and I manage to drag myself back from the brink of orgasm.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you come, baby,” I murmur, pressing kisses along her jaw until her eyes pop open, full of heat and desire.

“Your turn.” She smirks, pressing against my chest slightly until I reluctantly step back, allowing her to slide down my chest until her heeled feet hit the ground.

Without hesitation, she drops to her knees, forcing a groan from me.

Jesus.

This fucking woman.

“You gonna suck my cock, Kitten?” I ask.

She nods, reaching for my belt and making quick work of getting my pants undone.

Her eyes widen slightly when my cock pops out, and I can’t tell if she’s surprised I’m not wearing any underwear, or if it’s the size that has her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth.

“The way you’re looking at my cock is doing things to me, Kitten,” I rumble. I thread my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp softly as she looks her fill.

As badly as I want to fuck her mouth right now, I want to see what my kitten does on her own so much more.