Page 148 of Resurfaced Passion
She might have been clumsy pulling at his shorts and her panties at the same time, but Reaper didn’t appear to mind, his eyes hooded, his mouth slightly open, his breath brushing her face, he watched the whole time as she sank down and took his length into her.
They both hissed.
“Answer me this, ladybug. If I pour all my come like I want to deep inside you, are we gonna make a baby?”
“God. God.” She moaned, foreheads together. Oh, the words he said to her knocked her dizzy and he knew it. She wanted that one day.
She began rocking.
“Show me that you need it, Paige. Fuck my cock.”
“Please, I need it.”
“I’ll give you anything, everything, you only have to ask.”
He pushed forward, burying every last agonizingly perfect inch and it detonated her orgasm into the stratosphere, dragging a scream from Paige like she was being murdered, only the bliss was like no other death before. Her blood roared, Reaper powered in and out of her, using both hands to grip her butt, lifting her into his heavy slams. When he finally roared his own climax, she was poured through with more pleasure than she ever imagined possible.
Her moan split the air. “How is it always this good?”
“Because we’re fucking perfect together, you know it. I know it.”
His mouth brushed her earlobe, sending shivers through her at the speed of light.
Licking a path along her exposed throat, Reaper pulsed red hot lava into her limbs when he slammed his hips up, impaling her impossibly deeper and rasped into her mouth. “Say my name when you fuck your husband.”
She was hoarse by the time she was done screaming his name.
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“Holy fuck, ladybug. You know I can’t physically fuck you all day, right? My balls need a recharge just like your Android does.”
Paige giggled and he felt a stirring. Maybe once more.
They’d fucked three times that day already. Three epic fucks leaving his heart ramming up into his ribs and his cock so damn happy it lay like roadkill on his thigh and still the siren had taunted him by playing with her nipples and licking her lips and in turn sent heat rushing down to his empty balls.
“Maybe we could test that,” the siren said, and Reaper groaned because he was tempted to try. He wouldn’t mind dying this way. Buried in his Paige trying to pump just one last time.
Oh, the sweet suffering. He gathered in her little body and ran his nose along her shoulder before swatting her butt and rolling out of bed.
He’d ignored five calls already from the club. Right now his world was narrowed down to one pink haired beauty, everything else could wait. He’d noted she’d ignored texts too by shoving her phone face down on the dresser.
“Shower, ladybug, then we’re going out to eat.”
When he turned around at the door it was to find her eating up his naked body like she was in a store and knew exactly what she wanted to buy.
Again, his dick gave a token stir, begging Reaper to let him try another round.
First he needed to feed his woman.
He palmed his soft cock and let it know they’d play later.
“Tease,” she huffed.
His wife knew better. Reaper always delivered.
Sometime later—unfortunately both of them dressed, he walked Paige down to her car through the courtyard of their complex building. It was parked next to his bike. No fucker would dare touch his prized possession; it was good to be associated to the RS for that reason alone. He could park in a no parking zone anywhere in town and no one would clamp his bike. With the amount of money the club paid to officials they could do donuts on city hall lawn and nothing would happen. No one had tested the theory yet.
He brushed back the wisps of hair around Paige’s forehead and then fisted a hand around her long braid hanging down her back. She was plastered to his chest and neither were eager to see her go to work for her later afternoon shift.
