Page 113 of Resurfaced Passion
“Tell me yes, Paige.” He swept kisses all over her face. Stubble pricking her skin never felt so good before and she moaned angling in for more of his mouth. “Move in with your man, wake up in bed with me, snuggle into me every night. Tell me yes.”
Oh, she was tempted.
“I have a lease.”
“Break it.” more kisses. “I’ll pay.”
She had no more arguments. Their gazes met, time stretched and when she smiled there was only one answer, really. She nodded and went for his mouth again, swallowing his growl.
Who needed cake and champagne to celebrate good news when there was something so much better?
“How will I know if you want me when your legs are squeezed tightly together?”
Reaper kissed her kneecap and as if by magic her thighs dropped open, letting him see how glistening she was in the middle for him.
The kissing continued, up her legs, so slowly she thought she might go mad waiting.
He kissed her inner thighs, her outer thighs, up to the crease of her legs but didn’t touch her mound.
“Reaper…” she whined reaching out, locking her fingers through his hair much too tightly, not that he complained. He went right on tasting her skin.
“When you need me—just like this, have your legs open as if I’m already laid between them.” His first lick along her slit poured bliss right through her body, she jerked, but his strong hands pressing to the base of her back held her steady while he ate her.
It took no time to detonate her. What with his declaration of how much he wanted her and the ferociously slurping way he moaned through eating her pussy, she was primed and cried out his name, muffled by her fist.
Paige unable to hold up her knees any longer, slid to the floor in his club room and sighed with so much satisfaction she heard Reaper chuckling.
It was like the sun was blazing through her retinas when she looked up at him, her head resting back against the seat of the armchair, limbs sprawled. And she had those déjà vu pictures again, seeing Reaper standing over her in the way he was, with his feet either side of her hips while he slowly unzipped his pants, the bulge in the front tenting gloriously big.
She wanted him in her mouth and moaned when he stepped closer, stepping over her body, his arousal nearly bumping her cheek when she leaned forward.
“Open wide, baby.” There was a second when their eyes clashed as he took his wide tip to her waiting tongue, rubbing back and forth.
He looked so drunk on pleasure already that she couldn’t help closing her lips around him and sucking.
“I’ll just give you a little.” He rasped, rolling into her mouth again.
This time he grunted and cursed.
She didn’t just want the tip, she wanted the full thickness stretching her wide open, she wanted to choke on his length until she cried. And though the thought was foreign to Paige, sure she’d never felt that way before, she was desperately wrapping his cock in her fingers as she leaned forward so as to take more of his inches, even when he touched the back of her throat and she felt the instinct to gag, she felt amazing for dragging those animalistic grunts from him.
She’d never heard him make sounds like that before. Rough, animal, raw sounds. His hands cupped the sides of her face, guiding his driving fuck into her lips.
“Holy fuck, your mouth, Paige. You look incredible. Beautiful girl. So fucking beautiful. You wanted it all and took it, didn’t you?” She looked up, half-lidded, her whole being was concentrated on making him feel as incredible as he made her feel.
With each swipe of her tongue he hissed again and threw his hips forward. “Damn, baby. I’m ready. You wanna take it?”
She hummed, wrapping her fingers around his root with the inches she couldn’t swallow and took the heavy rolls he fucked into her mouth with each ragged exhale.
Three shoves and it was all over, she felt the salty liquid hit the back of her throat, swallowing instinctively, it was such a high to take Reaper to that place of euphoria as his eyes closed, teeth bared, and his body locked up with his hand held tight around the back of her neck.
“Ah, baby.Fuck.” He rasped breathlessly, as she let his cock go free with a few licks as it bobbed there in front of her face. “I don’t deserve you. Don’t deserve how fucking good this feels.”
Paige scrambled to her feet, and practically vaulted up his body. He laughed, staggered back, though some of it looked like he was acting, because she weighed less than a Wholefoods kumquat.
“Don’t say that, roomie.”
Just that one word had him groaning low and deep when Paige pressed their lips together. “I want to do that every day. I love having you in my mouth.” She turned beet red and buried her face in his chest before his hoarse shudder had her looking up again.
