Page 52 of Delicate Storm

“That I can do.” I squeeze her ass and pump up into her at the same moment she pushes down, meeting me thrust for thrust. And we’ve just found our rhythm when she adds, “I want you to leave a mark, East. Make me remember you long after you're gone.”

“Christ.” My cock twitches inside her as a possessive need takes over me. “Does that mouth ever get you in trouble?”

“All the time.”

She giggles, and God, I don’t doubt that. She has me wanting to tattoo my name on her inner thigh so that any man coming after me knows that I was here first, that I’m the reason they will never be enough for her.

Releasing my hold on her ass, I curl my hand around her neck and tilt her head, settling for sucking the flesh of her breast until I’ve left a pink blemish. Her breath hitches and she tries to look down, but I don’t let her, tightening my hold until I’ve made an identical mark on her other side.

My cock swells as I stare at her chest, and I pump harder, letting go of her neck so I can kiss her again, possessing her mouth until she’s moaning against my lips.

Curling her fingers into my hair, she tugs my head back, pulling me away for only long enough to rush out her request.

“You’re good but I know you’ve got more. Fuck me harder, East. Ruin me.”

She crashes her lips back to mine as I hitch her higher and slam into her, bracing her against the wall so I can rock my hips, fucking her with abandon.

“Yes,” she mumbles against my mouth before tugging my head away again. “I’m so close,” she rushes out. “But I need more, please.”

Without responding, I raise my thumb to her mouth and press it against her lips, telling her, “Suck.”

Her eyes widen and she lets out a lust-filled moan before doing as she’s told, opening her mouth, her beautiful lips wrapping around my thumb.

With a whimper, she rolls her tongue across my skin, and her pleading tone, along with the sight of her at my mercy, has my balls tightening as my release looms.

The longer she sucks, the louder she moans, and the vibrations on my hand travel straight to my cock while I pump her harder, giving her everything I’ve got.

My thumb properly coated, I pull it from her mouth and lean back, staring down at our connection while I press it against her clit. She bucks against me as she cries out, and when I roll my thumb, her body spasms, her walls tightening while I grunt out her name, no longer able to hold back.

“Fuck, Paige. Yes.”

I spill into her as my release hits, and I tighten my grip on her ass, holding her up as she loses control, both of us coming together seconds before her phone rings.

“Jesus,” I rush out. “That was well timed.” I slow my movements, my body still jerking, as I try to catch my breath.

Paige’s head falls back against the door as she moans breathlessly, her beautiful tits rising and falling in my face as her second orgasm takes over her.

“Do you want to—”

“Let it go to voicemail,” she pants, and I can’t help but chuckle.

We stay connected for another minute, silent until her breathing evens out. And it’s not until her feet are firmly on the ground that she speaks again.

“Well, Easton Wilder.” She pats my chest. “That was one hell of a goodbye.”

I raise an eyebrow at her use of my full name and she laughs.

“As if I wasn’t going to look you up when I found out you were a football star. Admit it, you researched me too.”

“Nope.” I can honestly say that I didn’t, but now that she mentions it, I might. “All I know is that you’re my team owner’s daughter and as your father put it… off-limits.”

“Ugh. He had to go and put a downer on the situation. But a fact is a fact. And that’s exactly why we’re doing the right thing and staying away from each other. Keeping our hands toourselves.” As she says that, she runs a finger across my abs, her gaze following the movement, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

“So you agree we still need to end this?” I ask, and the words taste like poison in my mouth. It’s such a shame. Especially when she’s looking at me like that. “Paige?” I question when she doesn’t respond.

“Yes. I do.” She blows out a raspberry. “It will be easier that way.”

Since we have a preseason game tomorrow, we only had a few short meetings today, so I have too much time to kill before Isaac gets home. I’m itching to call Macy, but that’s likely to send her into a rage, and I don’t want that until Isaac’s home safely.

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