Temporary Marriage (Complete MATCHMAKER BOOK 3)

Chapter 22

“ GARRETT POV ”

Keeping a careful eye on her reaction, I swiftly slapped a palm down on one cheek and groaned at the sight of my red handprint on her quivering flesh.

Nathalie’s head popped up and spun so she was looking at me over her shoulder.

“Okay?”

I asked, needing to hear her reassurance out loud.

Her mouth was slightly open in surprise, but she quickly shut it and nodded.

“I need to hear you say it, beautiful. I promised I would never hurt you, so if you aren’t comfortable with this, tell me and we’ll stop right now.”

Her brown eyes filled with emotion, and her face softened.

“I’m okay.”

She flushed pink and cast her eyes down before looking up at me through her lashes.

“Do it again, please.”

I almost laughed at her polite request, but I didn’t want to risk embarrassing her when she was being so open with me.

Instead, I slid my hand up her back and pushed her down until her torso was resting on the mattress and her arms spread out beside her.

“Stay there.”

I slapped her other ass cheek, and my hips involuntarily bucked at the sound of her low moan.

Swallowing hard, I looked to the ceiling and thought about anything boring until my lust cooled enough to continue.

I lightly ran my finger up the crack of her ass until I reached the top of the thong.

Hooking the digit around the string, I drew it down until her underwear was at her ankles.

The fabric was soaked through, and my knees buckled as a blaze of lust rushed through my veins.

I landed heavily on the ground and groaned raggedly at the sight of her sweet, pink pussy.

The lips swollen and glistening with arousal.

I took a deep inhale of her panties before tossing them away.

With a hand on each inner thigh, I pushed her legs even wider.

I smacked each cheek again, hard, before grasping them and pulling them apart so I could lean down and cover her pussy with my mouth.

My tongue slicked through her wet folds.

“Damn, baby. You taste so fucking sweet,” I murmured.

A fever came over me, and I couldn’t get enough of her as I licked and sucked,

Plunged my tongue into her hole and ate her like she was the first meal I’d had after years of starvation.

Nathalie’s cries were muffled, most likely because her face was pressed into the covers.

I pulled back and licked her juices from my lips.

“Give me what I want, Nathalie,”

I demanded harshly.

Her knees were shaking, and her hands were fisted in the coverlet over her head.

I spanked her again and slipped a hand between her legs to circle one fingertip around her clit, never touching the little bundle of nerves.

“You know what I want when we fuck, beautiful.”

Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath, then she lifted her head and moaned.

“That’s it, baby,” I praised.

“I want to hear every sound of your pleasure. Scream the fucking roof down.”

I pressed on her clit, and she threw her head back as she cried out.

Rewarding her behavior, I returned to my feast and worked her body up until she was strung so tight, it didn’t take much else for it to snap.

She screamed, and the sound went straight to my cock, dissolving the last of my control and ruining my five-thousand-dollar tux pants.

I could have cared less. All I cared about was wringing every last ounce of Nathalie’s orgasm from her sexy body.

She collapsed onto the bed, and I sat back on my heels. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before placing a kiss on each globe of her ass.

Then I stood, and when I saw the fucking mess I’d made of my pants, I divested myself of all of my clothes.

With Nathalie still sprawled on the bed, I took advantage of her position and unhooked the back of her corset so it fell away.

Covering her body with mine, I kissed the back of her neck as my hands slipped under her to palm her small but so-fucking-sexy tits.

Exerting pressure, I plastered her back to my chest and brought us both upright.

My fingers began to fiddle with her taut nipples as I glided my tongue over her shoulder and up her neck.

“That was hot as fuck, beautiful. But not enough. Not nearly enough.”

She whimpered, her body practically melting into mine.

I plucked and twisted her stiff little buds and pressed my still-hard cock into her backside when she shivered.

“Get on the bed and lay on your back in the center, your hands above your head.”

Nathalie’s head lolled to the side so she could look up at me.

She seemed to contemplate for a minute as she stared into my eyes.

She must have seen what she was looking for, because she wiggled her sweet little ass against my dick before climbing onto the bed and positioning herself as I’d specified.

I picked up the cuffs and pushed the corset to the floor before getting onto the bed and shuffling over to her on my knees.

I placed a fur-covered ring around one wrist, then looped the chain around a wrought-iron bar in our headboard.

Then I secured the other wrist before sitting back and sweeping my eyes from top to bottom, admiring the view.

“You look so fucking sexy laid out for me like this.”

Her expression was expectant and a little eager, and she eyed my naked body with the same hunger I was feeling.

Breaking our eye contact for a moment, I leaned over and opened the little box, pulling out a small vibrator.

When I looked back at her, I gave her a wolfish smile as I shifted until I was kneeling between her legs.

“In case you haven’t figured it out, I decided to go with the second punishment,”

I told her with a wicked smirk.

“You won’t know your own fucking name when I’m done with you, baby.”