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“Easton.Easton.Easton.”

He slows his pace while my body convulses, and when I’m finally able to control my breathing, he pulls back, staring up at me.

“Jesus, Paige,” he huffs almost breathlessly, shaking his head. “This pussy and that mouth are a dangerous combination on their own. But you screaming my name from those pretty pink lips is downright fatal.”

CHAPTER NINE

Easton

Who the fuck am I?

I don’t hook up with random women in public places. Not anymore anyway. I left that behind in college.

But now… I’m wondering why.

Paige giggles as I lick my lips again before wiping my mouth.

My cock strains against my shorts when I stand, but I ignore it as I help her off the counter, holding her close until her feet hit the floor.

“Your turn.” She bounces her eyebrows, and my cock twitches when I step back.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Easton.” She says my name slowly, her deep brown eyes boring into mine, and I’m transfixed by the way her lips move. I’ve never thought about someone saying my name before. It happens every day; it’s not newsworthy. But with Paige. Fuuuck. When Paige says it… God… I want to eat her again.

“I don’t make a habit of doing anything I don’t want to do,” Paige whispers, stepping forward to palm my shaft over myshorts, curling her fingers around the girth as her eyes widen. “And you have no idea how badly I want to make you come. I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more in my life.”

“Jesus, Paige. If you keep talking like that, you won’t get the chance. I’m already so turned on, I might come in my pants.”

Paige smiles, but before I get the chance to laugh at the words that came out of my mouth, she releases me from my shorts and drops to her knees, biting her lip as my cock bounces between us.

“I knew you’d be big, but Jesus. Although my last boy—”

I cover her mouth before she can ruin the mood and glare down at her, making her laugh as she pulls my hand away. “I was going to say he was small.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I growl. “I don’teverwant to hear about another man while my cock stands to attention in front of you.”

Paige nods before leaning forward and licking the pre cum off my tip. My head falls back and I groan, but the second she sucks me into her mouth, my body jerks and I have to work hard to refrain from rocking into her, needing her to set the pace.

She pauses, pulling away, her puzzled gaze staring up at me. “You’re holding back.” It’s not a question. She knows. Just like I knew she was in her head. “Don’t do that,” she continues. “I’m not a delicate flower. I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Jesus Christ. Never mind me questioning who the fuckIam.Who the fuck is Paige?

“What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t.” Her confidence shines in her conviction, and I’d love to know if it sparks from her knowing she can handle anything, or if she trusts me not to push things too far. Either way, I admire her for it.

“Okay. No holding back.” The lie tastes sour as the words slip from my mouth because we just met. I can’t lose control with her before knowing what she can take.

Not that she’s going to make it easy for me. She’s a little minx with mischief in her eyes as she sucks me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip, while her fingers massage my balls.

And I’m like a fucking school kid again, ready to explode when she’s barely begun. Luckily, I’ve learned a few tricks over the years, so I can hold out a bit longer.

Wrapping her free hand around the base of my shaft, she pumps me in sync with her mouth, and my body jerks. Curling my hands in her hair, I help her move as I stare down at her, and fuck, if it’s not the most beautiful sight.

She raises an eyebrow as she takes me down her throat, making me choke out a mix between a laugh and a groan. I tug on her ponytail, reminding her that I’m still in control, and she rewards me with a whimper as her expression turns to hunger.

I watch as she squirms beneath me, needing another release, but I’m too close to change this up. Too far gone.

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