Page 100 of Filthy Player
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
BEAUX
“Damn it,” I groaned, and tightened my grip on Paige’s head.
When I arrived back to my place—or, our place, rather—after the game, she’d practically attacked me as soon as Jaxon left.
It was fitting, I suppose, considering how many times I attacked her as soon as she walked in the door.
Now, my back was against the wall, and she was on her knees. She had her good hand wrapped around my cock and her mouth doing most of the delicious work.
My balls were pulled tight, ready to blow, but no way was I letting that happen.
The first night we spent together, living together, I was having her slowly, taking my time with her body, drawing out our orgasms until our echoes came close to shattering the windows.
“Paige,” I groaned, trying to pull her off.
She responded by taking me deeper and opening her throat until I hit the back of her.
“Fuck.”
Screw it. If I got off now, it gave me more time to play with her later.
She hummed around my dick like she knew what I was thinking and liked the idea, so I tossed my head back, locked my knees so I didn’t collapse, and I let her take me there, her hot, wet mouth clamped around my cock, her hand working in tandem on my shaft. I let Paige set the pace of the world’s best damn blow job.
“Yeah, honey. Just like that.” I pushed her hair off her face and watched every damn moment. Her eyes met mine and that was my ending.
Because every damn time she looked at me since I knew she loved me, she could never hide it in her eyes.
Brimming with love, her gaze locked with mine, and my orgasms soared through me.
“Gonna come, honey,” I warned her.
She hummed her response, tightened her hand on my shaft.
I thrust into her, felt my dick swell, and then I held her gently while she took everything I gave her, swallowing it down and making me feel like the luckiest damn man alive.
She slowed her hand and slowly pulled off me, leaning back to her knees with a noticeable grimace. “Welcome home,” she whispered.
“You’re hurt.” The rush of my climax quickly evaporated. I yanked up my pants and zipped them. “Come here.” I held out my hand and helped to her feet. When she was standing, I gently pulled her into my arms, picking her up.
“I’m not that hurt,” she said, tucking her head into my shoulder. “But I did want to make you feel better after the loss today.”
I kissed her forehead. Her temple was still swollen, an ugly purple bruise rimmed with jagged cuts that made me almost fucking happy Hannah was dead every time I looked at her.
“I appreciate the gesture, and I’ll take them whenever you want to give them, but I don’t need help feeling better. You win some, you lose some.”
I walked up the stairs and she tightened her hold on me.
“Really?”
“No. I’m frustrated.” I kissed her head again. “Losing sucks and I hate it, but we played a shit game, couldn’t find our groove regardless of what we changed, and I wasn’t entirely in game mode this weekend.”
“Beaux.” Her voice went sad but I kissed her, gently setting her on my bed and following her until I was on top of her.
“Not your fault, Paige, but you can’t expect me to go out there and not be worried about you.”
“I’m fine. Or I will be.”
