Page 56 of Demo

Hiking her legs over his shoulders, Demo replaced his tongue with a long finger. He moved his mouth up to her clit as one finger, then two, thrust in and out of her. Paige writhed, her hips bucking up against him. She could feel the bristle of his beard scruff against the most sensitive of places and knew she never wanted him to shave fully.

Demo sucked her clit into his mouth, licking and teasing the tight nub between his teeth. Paige scrambled for purchase and ended up gripping the wooden frame beneath the sides of the mattress.

Her muscles contracted around his fingers. For the second time that morning, she found herself crying out in orgasm. Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked through her body. She cried out, back bowing off of the table.

She heard and felt Demo move. Somehow, she found herself back up on the table with her head on the pillow and Demo hovering over her.

He did not give her time to recover. Mouth and chin glistening with her juices, Demo kissed her fiercely and thrust his pierced cock inside her in one quick motion.

“Fuck, Paige,” he groaned against her. “You’re fucking perfect. You’re so tight you’re squeezing my cock.”

It wasn’t until later that his words made more sense to her. Though long, his cock did not have the girth most men boasted about. The ‘wide as a beer can’ porn star cocks that broke hearts as well as pussies. Demo had a very long, narrow penis that likely didn’t grow in length much upon getting an erection. Paige was sure that this had its advantages and disadvantages.

One of the advantagessheforesaw was a lot of quickies in their future as foreplay probably wasn’t needed to prep her.

At that moment in time, though, all Paige felt was bliss. Even through the condom, she could feel his piercing. It was new and wondrous. As he claimed with her,hewas perfect just as he was. He was perfectfor her.

There was no need to compare Demo to Richard or vice versa because there was no comparison. Each was his own man. Demo was just abetterman.

“Demo,” she moaned. “God, I love you. Please…”

He took her mouth again. “Fuck, Paige, you have no idea how amazing it is to hear you say those words.” He grabbed her hips and slammed into her. “I fucking love you too.”

Paige cried out at the shock of his body hitting hers with such force. The table shook with the power of his thrusts, the speed and momentum. Paige felt the pillow beneath her head slide out from under her and hit the floor.

He kept going.

She urged him on.

Paige wrapped her legs over his hips and ass, locking her ankles as if she could hold him inside her forever. The new angle let him in deeper.

Over and over again, Demo fucked her with his long cock. His grip on her hips was so hard, it would probably bruise, but Paige didn’t care. Her fingernails dug into his back. What had started out as slow sensuous lovemaking had turned into a down and dirty fuck—and neither was complaining.

All it took was a flick of her oversensitive clit and Paige was coming for the third time. She watched a wave of emotions cross Demo’s face before he took her lips, moaning into her mouth as he released into the condom.

Paige barely had a chance to savor the bliss of their shared passion before there was a loud groan of protesting wood followed by an ear-piercingcrackas the massage table beneath them collapsed.

CHAPTER 10

Sudden weightlessness was immediately followed by extreme gravity. There was no time or space for heroic actions. With her arms and legs still wrapped around him and Demo still inside her, there was little Demo could have done anyway. In her surprise and fear, Paige let out a shriek and locked her limbs around him tighter. This action was their only saving grace.

On instinct, Demo stiffened his arms and bent his knees up under her butt. All he could do was brace for impact. Though the massage table had a mattress, it was still a jarring landing. The broken wood beneath created an uneven surface that the mattress barely padded.

Demo’s hands and knees hit the floor. Hard.

There was a solid, heart stopping second following their descent in which Demo’s mind processed what had just happened—and then his left shoulder buckled out from under him.

Demo rolled to the left, once more hitting his shoulder with his body weight. His cock slipped free from Paige’s body as they rolled. She let out a squeal at their next sudden movement. Her arms and legs were still wrapped around him like a koala.

Demo had to bite back a shout of pain. His entire arm, shoulder, and the left side of his neck felt like it was on fire. Muscles twitched uncontrollably and he wasn’t even sure his fingers had survived the impact.

Still, his priority was the woman at his chest. His arm could fall off for all he cared. Using his right hand, he moved her unruly curls out of her face so he could see her properly.

“Fuck, Paige, are you okay?” he gasped out.

Shaken, Paige nodded. “I think so.” She clutched him tighter for a second before releasing her hold and scooting back from him. Doing so took her weight off of his left arm and caused a new wave of pain to radiate out from his shoulder.

The broken frame of the massage table made a makeshift boat for them. They were in a divot on the mattress with pieces of wood stuck up around them on all sides. As far as Demo could feel, none of the sharp and splinted edges penetrated the mattress.

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