Page 123 of Before I Loved You

Think of Paul’s hard cock pumping in and out of you.

It feels like forever passes as a bead of sweat rolls down my forehead and my chest heaves up and down.

Why can’t I make myself come?

I need this. I need the release. I need to be pushed over the edge by an orgasmic avalanche of pleasure.

But it’s not working.

I withdraw my fingers and stare up at the ceiling, breathless.

“Fuck.”

My eyes water as frustration takes over me. I need Paul to take care of me. A single tear slides down my cheek and onto my pillow.

Turning my head to the side, I reach for my phone and scroll until I see Paul’s name.

Sarah

I wish you were here.

As I put my phone back on my nightstand, I hear a quiet ping. Only I know the ping didn’t come from my phone because I always keep my phone on silent.

My heart stops as every muscle in my body freezes, realizing he’s here.

The area between my legs suddenly purrs back to life with a pulsing need, knowing he has a dead-center view of me. And after quickly grasping what he just witnessed, heat rushes over my entire body in embarrassment.

I hesitantly look up to find Paul leaning back with his legs spread out as he sits in the corner of the room with a bouquet of lilies, my favorite flowers, in his hands.

He’s not supposed to be here.

But he is because he’s somehow always here when I need him.

Anticipation fills me as he appears downright ready to dominate me in the best way possible, his darkened eyes scanning over my naked body spread eagle before him. I can’t help but notice the prominent bulge between his legs, straining against his pants, begging to come out and play. My mouth waters as images of me on my knees before him flash through my mind.

Fuck, I want it.

I want him.

“P-Paul?” He doesn’t say anything. He simply licks his lips and moves his eyes to mine, jump-starting that familiar throbbing sensation in my core.

He casually stands, placing the flowers on the dresser, still watching me as he begins to unbutton his shirt, one button at a damn time, revealing his chiseled chest.

“I thought you had a game tonight.” My voice comes out breathless, sultry. I start to close my legs, but he shakes his head with disapproval, so I keep them open, feeling wetness drip down the inside of my thighs.

“I came home early to surprise you,” he says with a deep, husky voice. The shirt stretches over his broad shoulders as he slides it down his arms and off his body. He takes a few steps, bringing him to the edge of the bed beside me, towering over me. His hand reaches out, gently stroking my cheek as his eyes trail down my body in appreciation.

I’ve never felt so exposed in my life.

So wanted.

So loved.

“You definitely surprised me,” I breathe.

A tiny smirk appears on his face until his eyes meet mine, darkening. He bends down, bringing his face before me, his lips ghosting over mine. “Although that was the best show my eyes have ever seen, it seemed like you were having some trouble with things. Want me to take care of you, baby girl?”

Oh God. Yes, I do. I really do.

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