Page 73 of Resurfaced Passion
Only this time when she pushed her fingers into his mouth again he knew what she was doing.
FUCKING HELL.
His angelic Paige was fingering herself and then feeding him.
There was no amount of soft sucking this time around. He sucked her fingers so fucking deep she could have tickled his stomach from the inside.
“I want from the source,” he groaned around them. Her other hand working his dick, stopping his climax from flooding into her hand by squeezing hell out of the crown.
A sound he’d never made before erupted from the back of his throat as she worked her fingers against his hot tongue. “Feed me your pussy, Paige. You got no idea how hungry I am.”
Though her cheeks flamed, he watched her cat-crawl, ass in the air, swishing from side to side, to the end of the bed.
Reaper had to grab his cock bobbing on his stomach otherwise he would have come like a goddamn broken fountain watching her position herself.
Spreading her legs so slowly he wanted to whimper for her to hurry and show him what he’d been missing.
“Come on then, hungry boy.” She dared say.
Heart thudding.
Balls aching.
He licked her up with his eyes.
There’d been no more perfect moment than this. Not in a long time and his heart was going double time.
One short lick and then he was fucking her.
After she’d ripped most of the follicles from his scalp, Reaper rose his head and licked his mouth clean of the wet heaven she’d given him.
Laid like a goddess, he ached in every bone.
“I said … I said no foreplay,” she panted, eyes glassy from her latest climax.
“Need the fuck I’m a desperate man to give you, baby?”
She bumped her little hips up from the bed. “Yessss.”
Her hair was fanned all around her and her long legs spread, inviting him in.
He felt like he was living outside of his skin when he prowled between her legs and snapped on a condom before notching the head to the very wet part of Paige.
This was a turning point, he recognized. Her whole body beckoned, his heart rammed up against his ribs from the inside and he knew this changed everything.
All his careful, meticulous leashing of his emotions.
He was about to let them blow the fucking room apart and take what belonged to him and fuck the consequences of what could come next.
He was a man in the desert being offered water.
And whether she hated him one day, he knew he’d chase her down to the end of the world.
Paige was a heartbeat felt on a frequency his soul recalibrated to and he couldn’t ignore it any longer.
He fucking needed her.
“You are ever beautiful, Paige.” He husked by her ear, kissing the shell. “You are ever wanted.”
