Page 110 of The Perfect Wrong


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And I’m okay if it’s just that tonight.

I’m also too busy clinging to his body, feeling his rampage, to care about anything else.

Just before I come, he shifts up, grabbing my ass and pulling me up to meet his punishing strokes.

“Chris!Chris!Oh, God, I—”

My O chokes off whatever nonsense I’m about to say.

I come so hard I see stars.

No, I see the whole freaking sky.

And he never lets up, his hips working in overdrive, his weight slamming me deep into the mattress, driving my pussy over his piston of a cock again and again.

The shock echoes through me.

I am an empty vessel for his need.

I’m not sure when I start screaming, especially when the hard impact of his flesh on mine jerks to a stop.

Then there’s a noise like an avalanche, and I realize it’s Chris.

This animalistic energy about to rip out of him.

“Delia, fuck!”

I feel him swelling as I clench around him.

He explodes with a roar that could chase that dragon right off his chest.

I swear there’sheatbeneath the rubber ballooning inside me, filling with his come, pulsing and pumping so deep it throws me into a zone I never imagined.

His cock jerks deep inside me, emptying his fire into mine.

His pubic bone grinds my clit until my eyes are white-hot lightning.

What will he feel like when we do this skin to skin?

Wait, when?

I barely catch myself as my brain sizzles in a thousand directions, oozing out my ears, sated but hungry for another round.

His weight lifts off me.

He pulls out and drags the condom off his dick, moving to the small trash can next to our bed.

He’s wickedly gorgeous, even when he’s doing something so mundane.

Except I can’t imagine anything about this man being mundane when he’s naked.

“Well? Was it as good as you dreamed? Be honest.” He gives me a wink like he already knows the answer.

Cocky McCockerson.

But right now, I can’t help smiling back, hauling my exhausted body up for another long kiss.

I can’t keep myself away from his lips.

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