Page 156 of Perfect Pucking Match


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“Panties, Lottie. Off. Now,” I grunt, craving the same naked visual.

She doesn’t hesitate and shimmies her panties down her long legs, her shaven mound taunting me.

“Fuck. I can smell your wet cunt from here, baby,” I growl, desiring to fuck her so badly that I think I’m about to lose my goddamn mind.

But that can’t happen.

She told me she trusts me, and I won’t betray her trust.

Not now, not ever.

I get off the bed, needing to put some distance between us. Otherwise, I’m not sure I’d be strong enough to resist her.

“Nate?” she asks in confusion, only to shriek out when I pull at her ankles until she’s lying on her back at the center of the bed.

“Shh, baby. You’re going to have to be quiet. We don’t want to wake up the rest of the house, now do we?”

She shakes her head, her eyes scanning every inch of my chest right down to the girth of my cock.

“Now show me that pretty pink pussy. Pull your knees up and open your legs for me, baby.”

She quickly follows my command again, sliding her knees up on the bed and spreading her legs far apart.

“Fuck.” I growl, grabbing hold of my dick and strumming it, completely mesmerized by her. “This is a bad fucking idea.”

“The worst,” she agrees with a whimper. “But don’t stop.”

“As if I could with you looking at me like that.”

The coy smile that crests her lips only makes me harder.

“Damn it, Lottie. You can’t smile at me like that,” I beg while tightening the grip on my cock.

“Why not?” she asks with bated breath.

“Because it makes me want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

Her eyelids close just as her legs do, needing some kind of friction to relieve the ache building in between her thighs.

“Legs. Open,” I order.

One touch and this spell will be over.

That’s the rule of this little game we’re playing.

As long as no one touches the other, then no rules have been broken.

Like the good girl she is, she opens her legs for me, her pussy so wet that I can see her juices starting to drip down onto the bedsheet.

“Nate,” she pants, “Talk to me.”

Only my words will fuck her tonight. Not my hands or mouth. Not my cock or tongue. Just my words.

And for a guy who hates to talk, the Almighty himself couldn’t shut me up right now.

“Play with your nipples for me, baby. Let me see them nice and hard.”

And just like I’ve ordered, that’s exactly what she does, claiming her breasts in both hands first and then tweaking hernipples until they look like they could cut through steel. I keep my rhythm slow on my cock, wanting to prolong this torture for as long as I can. But by the little way my Lottie whimpers with my gaze kissing every inch of her body, I know I’m in for a rough night.

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