Chapter Twenty Nine
Paige
Ben thrusts into me, hard, and the air leaves my lungs.
I gasp.
My eyes close, and my head tilts back.
"You okay?" he asks.
"More," I whisper.
"More?"
"Yes. All of it," I whine. "I want all of you."
He slides out slowly, then drives in hard.
I moan, and his lips are on mine, his tongue sliding against mine.
His fingers thread into my hair, and he kisses me harder.
The feeling of his hard length inside me is almost too much.
I arch into him.
He groans.
He kisses me, thrusting deeper, and every movement is perfect.
"You feel so fucking good, Paige," he says.
"Don't stop," I say.
He moves, and I moan his name.
His cock hits the spot that makes me see stars, and he knows.
He fucks me, long and deep, his hand cradling my head, the other bracing himself above me.
I'm so full and so close to the edge.
He drives in harder, and the pleasure spirals, tightening.
His lips skim my throat, and his hand drops to my breast.
He pulls back a little and watches his cock slide in and out of me.
"Ben," I pant.
"Yeah?"
"Don't stop," I manage.
"Don't worry, baby," he whispers. "I'll make sure you get there."
His hand slides down my body and finds my clit.