Page 74 of Resurfaced Passion
“Reaper…” the road name stabbed through him. Hearing in his mind her saying another name altogether, and Reaper threw his hips down, pinning Paige under him and punched his cock home inside her in one easy slide, aided by how wet she was.
She cried out, beautiful neck arched, her eyes wild, she clutched his forearms and he felt like he’d died all over again.
“Paige. Paige,fuck.” Ripe, juicy pleasure stole his breath, stole his fucking life as he froze inside her snug heat cradling his cock tighter than anything else. “Oh, baby. What you just gave me, you don’t even know.” He spoke hoarsely by her ear, the words tangled in a lot of shit he wished he could say.
“Reaper?”
He framed her face, brushing aside strands of candy hair. “Yeah, baby?”
“Do you think you can move now…please?”
Giving her a grin, he pulled his hips back before slamming deep once more in a quick thrust. Pleasure began to fire at will, and she gasped, he swooped in through her parted lips and licked that mouth, so damn juicy, his Paige.
He repeated the move, swift and strong this time, settling to his root so his heavy balls smacked against the skin of her ass and was rewarded with her nails leaving half-crescent ‘Paige was here’marks on his shoulders.
Her moans were so soft—whisper delicate—when he moved down and captured her mouth, not in an eating kiss. No, Reaper wanted to savor Paige. Every sip was gentle, barely moving over her lips until Paige began chasing his tongue, putting more nails marks on his body in her haste to take more.
Her whimpers tasted like sex; it was so erotic he wanted to swallow it down. And Reaper was just a man… he wasn’t strong enough to withhold anything she needed so he started to increase his thrusts. Fucking her harder, making the bed creak until he went back onto his haunches, her legs still braced to the bed, he used his hands under her thighs to spread her out, watching the fast slams of his cock disappearing into her body and coming back out coated in her wetness.
“Shhh. I know, baby.” He coached when she moaned. She was squeezing him hard enough to pop his eyeballs out of their sockets.
Her tits moved with their momentum and so he could watch their beautiful sway he slammed down harder until Paige grabbed the sheets in two tight fists, moaning with her eyes rolled back in her head.
Those sexy little noises amplified when he took a thumb to where they were joined and rubbed around the hard bundle, soaked in pleasure.
“Reaper…. Oh, yes,there.”
“Hold on to it, Paige. Not yet.” He said when it felt like she was about to explode.
He fucked like never before.
“Not yet,” he warned again. But in truth his own climax was right there.
But he wasn’t fucking done, not by a long shot.
He could live inside her pussy, die inside her pussy and die a happy man.
Finally.
He couldn’t breathe for thinkingfinally.
He was feeling emotions he hadn’t felt in so long because he’d walled them up, put bricks around them and launched them into the depths of the river.
Years’ worth of self-imposed celibacy culminated in each deep shove and drowned in her sweet sex noises he lapped up.
But as he fucked Paige, all those feelings had broken their lock and inflated Reaper’s chest.
He was alive again.
“Please,please.”
There she went with the begging he couldn’t ignore.
“God fucking damn, baby. Don’t beg, I won’t last. Your pussy is ruining me.”
The smile she gave him was the end to all his endings. One deep thrust and he had his girl coming in a startled cry.
She milked him so fucking tight he was a dead man grunting, going with the forced thrust to try to get as deep into her womb as he could.
