Match This! (The UnSocial Dater#1) Read Online Free

down, down the rabbit hole.
    I’m drunk, loaded, and he taste like bourbon, I like it. The buzz intensifies. I find my hands knotting in his hair. His arm circles around me, his other hand pushing my ass against his erection.
    I grind against him and his kiss deepens, intensifies, making me moan.
    His hands both pull me towards him as he walks backward, still kissing me.
    It doesn’t register in my lust filled drunken mind that I am walking until I nearly trip, breaking the seal of our kiss.
    His hands cup my ass and he lifts me, “Legs around me.”
    My disdain for fashion and my mother’s insistence on me wearing a skirt paid off, Maxi skirts are stretchy as hell.
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    My back hits the door of his first floor apartment and his lips pull away from mine. He lowers me and my feet hit the floor. His eyes are dark and lust filled. He’s in a haze, just like I am.
    He pulls his keys out and unlocks the door. I turn to walk in and he stops me by grabbing the collar of my white unbuttoned button down.
    “You come in here, you don’t leave until I’m done with you,” he says intensely.
    “Is that a threat? If so I’m not afraid. Not one bit.”
    “Good,” he let’s go of my shirt and walks in.
    I follow.
    “Get naked,” he says as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on the small sofa in his living room.
    I hesitate and he shakes his head, “Why is it that, all of the sudden, the girl climbing me and rubbing on me as I carried her seven blocks, is now acting like a little school girl?”
    I shrug, “Maybe I’m more a fan of public displays. Why don’t you take me back outside and let me ride you on the sidewalk as cars drive by?”
    His eyebrows raise and he bites his lower lip while looking me up and down. “You may be into that but I prefer my private life be a hell of a lot less...social.”
    “Well then we’ll have to compromise. I’ll ride you in here if you get me naked.”
    “A woman who likes the build?” He runs his hand through his hair and looks me up and down slower this time. “I like to fuck, blow off steam, get right to it. So if I’m compromising, by taking my time undressing you, next time you walk through the door, the clothes better hit the floor before your back hits my bed.”
    “I’ve heard talk of this bed twice now, yet I don’t see it, and my clothes are still on.” He steps to me and pushes the shirt off and then grabs the hem of my tank top and pulls it over my head.
    “No bra,” he groans. “I knew it.”
    His mouth is on my tit immediately. His hands push my skirt and underwear down as he moves from one breast to the next and I feel the pulsing between my legs start to intensify.
    I am completely and totally naked and he is devouring my tits. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on, bracing myself for what it is I think I feel coming.
    Think I feel? Yes.
    I, Katherine Anne Brun, Catholic schoolgirl, am a dirty talking, internet porn browsing sex fiend, who has never actually had sex.
    I hear a thud and his pants hit the floor. His hands grip my ass and he lifts me up. Without warning, he impales me and stills.
    “Jesus,” he hisses as his hands grip my ass. “Don’t fucking move or I swear I’ll blow. Fuck girl, has anyone ever told you your pussy is insanely tight?”
    I let the booze fuck my head enough that I don’t feel the pain from the fucking below. “Uh huh,” Is all I can say.
    It’s not a lie; I’ve been fingered by guys and I’ve given a blowjob or two, okay exactly two. I’d just never given it up, until Jose’ Cuervo, Harvard, and Wentworth Miller, helped decide I should.
    “If your pussy is that tight I can’t even imagine what your ass will be like.”
    “You about to fuck me like you promised,” I ask because, one, I know after the initial pop and stretch passes the bump and grind takes place, and the pain and pleasure mingle and cause one hell of a party, and I’m ready to party.
    His laugh is dark and malicious as he