Page 81 of Filthy Player
Her love for me.
Shining so bright it almost blinded me.
I hurried down the stairs with that look on her face, Paige watching me, and then fucking slapped myself upside the head because I still hadn’t told her about paying her dad’s hospital bill. Or that there was no way she was going back to waitressing.
Fuck.
We had time, though. Plenty of it to get to that tonight after I gave her an orgasm or two.
***
“Beaux—”
God. I hoped the way Paige gritted out my name when she was close to coming would always sound so hot to my ears like it did now.
She was on her back, my arms beneath her legs, spreading her wide at the knees. Her hands were wrapped around the wood slats on my headboard. I had half-dozen different, delicious, visions in my head of how we could use those slats.
They mostly involved her tied to them.
Paige’s entire body was trembling as I pounded into her. There was nothing holding me back. Her hot heat tight around my dick felt like heaven. Every time I sank inside of Paige, I never wanted it to end.
She just felt so damn good.
“Please,” she whimpered. Her eyes were on where we were connected, my dick sliding in and out of her, and hell if I didn’t love that. She always watched. Like she couldn’t believe how glorious it felt to have me inside of her and she didn’t want to miss a minute of it.
“Touch yourself,” I told her. “Get yourself off with me inside you.”
My hips ached from the movement. When she arrived at my house, I didn’t give her much time to talk. She looked too damn beautiful, dressed in a wrap dress I hadn’t yet seen.
Why she dressed up just to come to my house, I didn’t know, but I damn well showed my appreciation by stalking to her, untying the belt at her waist, tossing her purse to the floor and sinking to my knees.
After I’d eaten her, I’d carried her to my room, where I’d played with her some before finally becoming undone with the overwhelming sensation to have her.
But now, I needed her to come again. I needed my release but hell if I was taking mine before giving her another one. There was nothing better than feeling her come around my tongue, and then around my dick.
Addicted. I was addicted to Paige and her cunt and I didn’t give a shit.
“Come on, Paige.” I could barely grunt the words, but she finally listened, slid one of her hands down to her center.
Her fingers went straight to her clit and then spread out, so I was sliding between her fingers.
“Damn.”
Ecstasy. Who needed drugs to get high when making love to a woman was the best possible fucking adrenaline rush in the world.
“Beaux.” Her thighs quivered, her pussy gripped me, and ripples shot through her body until she unraveled, flying high and tossing her head back. She quaked from her orgasm and while she was still in the thrall, I slammed inside of her, gripping her hips and pulling her against me.
“Damn,” I said, “Fucking perfect. Every time.”
She shivered as I held her still, releasing deep inside her.
I collapsed onto her, keeping most my weight off and she wrapped her legs and arms around me, kissing my shoulder, my throat, until I bent down and claimed her mouth.
We were slickened with sweat from exertion, her hair stuck to her cheeks and I brushed it back as I pulled away.
“Phenomenal,” I whispered, peppering her cheek and her lips with kisses. “I love being inside you.”
“I love having you there.”
