Page 64 of Inked Craving

“For me, you do.”

He sounded so proud that I narrowed my eyes. When I wiggled off the table, he frowned but then parted his lips when I dropped to my knees.

“We’ll see who is good with their mouth, shall we?” I asked as I undid his belt. He swallowed hard, his hand going through my hair as I pulled him out of his pants. He was long and thick, and I knew exactly what he felt like in my pussy and pressing against my ass. And all I wanted to do was suck him down and give him the same pleasure he’d given me. I licked the drop of fluid at the tip, and he shuddered, his whole body going taut. And when I swallowed the crown into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, he let out a guttural moan.

“Paige fucking Montgomery.”

I looked up at him then swallowed more of him. He was too big to fit in my mouth completely, so I relaxed my throat, letting him go deeper, but used one hand on his base, the other cupping his balls as I moved, bobbing up and down as I hummed along his length. He groaned, and his whole body stiffened as if he were forcing himself not to fuck my mouth. So, I let go of his balls, gripped his hips, and moved him back and forth. He got the hint and groaned, gently fucking my mouth.

“You are sin personified, and I fucking love it.” He moved harder this time, and I gagged slightly, moving back to kiss his length before swallowing him again. I hummed along him, tightening my throat muscles before he let out a shocked gasp and tugged at my hair. “Paige,” he groaned. But I didn’t let him move away. Instead, I swallowed him down as he came, enjoying his orgasm because I was the one who had given it to him, just like he had done for me. And then he pulled me up, his mouth on mine as we mingled our tastes. He slid his hands under my dress, playing with my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

The two of us groaned, and somehow, we made it to the living room, stripping off each other’s clothes as we lay there naked, grinding against one another. He was already hard again, impossibly so, and when he slid against my heat, I froze.

“Condom.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. He searched around for his jeans, pulled one out of his pocket, and I laughed.

“Really?”

“I told you I was going to fuck you in the kitchen or somewhere. Of course, I brought a condom.”

I nodded, took it out of the packet, and slowly rolled it down his length. When I squeezed the base of his cock, he crossed his eyes. “Jesus Christ.”

“Now, do you want me to ride you, or do you want to ride me?”

In answer, he pulled my hair tightly, the sting making my pussy tighten. Then he shoved me onto my knees, my hands holding the back of the couch before he gripped my hips and pushed into me in one thrust. I let out a shocked gasp, but then he was pounding into me, my inner walls so sensitive that I almost came right there. He had one hand clamped on my hip, the other over my clit, rubbing fiercely. But then he moved that hand, pressing his thumb against my ass, and I pushed back, letting him enter me slightly. He groaned, using my wetness to make it easier. And when I came, I shouted his name, my body going weak, and he followed suit, holding me close to him as we both shuddered from our orgasms, the bliss too much to bear.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing my neck and moving me slightly so he caught my mouth.

“I love you,” I whispered back.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus, but this was Lee. I hadn’t meant to fall in love this soon. I didn’t even know when it had happened.

Had it been when he held me in the rain? Or had it been when he held Emery? Or maybe it was now. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I didn’t want to uncover that moment. Because in essence, Lee had always been here in some way.

I had to trust in these feelings, in this moment, and believe that he would be here forever. Or at least, for as long as forever could be in this moment. Because I had fallen in love before, but this time, it felt different. This time, it felt true.

And for once, I would let myself believe. I had to.

ChapterNineteen

Lee

“Okay, now, this is your third diaper in an hour. You’re going to want to do me a solid and not do a solid. Or anything else.” I looked up at Paige after I spoke, and she pressed her lips together as if trying not to laugh.

“Did you just make a joke about poop?” she asked, then held up her hands. “Nope. Because we’re supposed to have an at-home date tonight, and I don’t want to talk about bodily functions. We’re not going to mention what you just said.”

I rocked Emery back and forth as the little girl gurgled up at me. “I can’t help it. I just have a way with the ladies.”

This time, Paige burst out laughing, and I rolled my eyes before walking around the nursery a bit, settling Emery down. “Do you have the recipe ready to go?” I asked over my shoulder, and Paige walked in behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her cheek on my shoulder, and I grinned. We looked like a family. And the thing was, we were. Our own version anyway, and I didn’t want to stop this. I hadn’t known that this was what I wanted. What I had been afraid of. But I wasn’t my father. I sure as fuck wasn’t Colton. But I loved these two girls to the moon and back, and I wouldn’t take them for granted.

“I do have the recipe out. However, if we mess it up, it’s fine. We could just mix it all together and call it spaghetti.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to kiss her soundly on the mouth before handing her Emery. “You can put her in the crib because the last time I did it without her being able to nuzzle against your breasts first, she screamed.”

Paige just rolled her eyes and winked. “I thought that was you.”

“I do love nuzzling your breasts. I can’t help it. They’re my favorite.” I reached around and smacked her on the ass, then walked out of the nursery, holding back my laughter.

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