Page 75 of Beyond Question

“Okay,” she pants. Then she freezes and I tilt my head.

“What’s wrong?”

Paige groans, grabbing a pillow and plopping it over her head.

“Oh no you don’t. I reach up and tug it away from her. “No more running.”

She lifts her head and purses her lips, then rolls her eyes and drops her head back. It’s dark in here, just that sliver of light coming in from where whoever closed the curtains didn’t do a great job, but I know her expressions so well already I could probably see her eye roll even in the blackest night.

“Paige,” I murmur when she doesn’t continue, dipping to press a kiss to her clit.

“I’m not like the usual girls you date—”

I move so quickly up her body she jumps. “I don’t want to hear that shit.”

Paige’s eyes go wide.

“None of it. Understand?”

She licks her lips, biting back a smile. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

Paige laughs softly, then pats my cheek. “I was just going to say that I’m older—”

“Not that older,” I grumble.

“Hush.” She waits for me to meet her gaze again. “Things don’t work as well down there as they used to.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Seemed to work fine to me.” I reach between us and drag my fingers through her folds, smirking when she bucks against my hand.

“It just might take a little longer than…” She swallows and closes her eyes. “Than… what you’re used to.”

“You just told me that I get to spendmoretime with my face between your thighs… like it’s a bad thing.”

She opens her eyes in time to watch me move back down the bed, and as I lower my head to the promised land, she sighs and drops her head back.

I moan against her pussy, then spread her legs and bring two fingers to her entrance. I suck on them, getting them nice and wet, then I push them slowly inside her.

Her quick intake of air ends on a moan and I grin. “I think everything is working just fine.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

I pump my fingers in and out of her slowly, happy to see her squirm if it means I get to prove a point—and make her come. Her legs spread wider and I push in deeper, pressing the heel of my hand against her cunt with each drive of my fingers. I reach my other hand up beneath her shirt and brush my fingers across the thin lace of her bra and she writhes, then I pull the cup down and tease her nipple.

I want to be inside of this woman so badly ithurts.

My cock is a heavy, steel rod, tucked between me and the bed, and it pains me not to give him what he wants, but tonight is about her.

She wants to forget, and I’m going to be the man who gives that to her.

So I lower my face and lick her pussy while I pump my fingers, sucking on her clit and stroking that inner wall with each drive of my hand.

“Travis,” she moans, “oh my god.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I murmur against her flesh. “You should see how good this looks, my hands disappearing inside you. So fucking perfect.”

“Ungh,” she groans, bucking toward me, chasing each push and pull of my fingers.

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