Page 102 of Filthy Player

It was fucking wild. It was heaven.

I wanted to flip her over, take her hard and fast, but with her back, I didn’t want to risk hurting her.

As she was still coming, I slid my fingers out of her, running them through her slit until I reached a barrier I hadn’t yet gone past.

Her eyes flew open as I pressed against her. “What are you—”

“Ever been taken here?” I asked.

She shook her head, and I went back to her pussy and gathered more moisture. “Would you?”

She shivered, goose bumps popped all over her as I teased her again, pressing against her with the tip of my finger.

I had this insane need to take her everywhere, having every single inch of her body known to me.

I pressed inside and a shudder racked her entire body. “Okay?”

She flinched and I paused. Then her hand came out of my hair and she lifted up, wrapping that hand around my wrist. “I’ll give you anything you want, Beaux, anytime you ask.”

“Fuck, but I love you.” I pressed further inside.

She fell back to the bed and moaned. I followed over her, bending back down and went back to her pussy. Her clit.

I teased her everywhere while I began pressing and pulling my finger in and out of her ass, going slow, taking my time, and it wasn’t long before she was fucking drenched.

Panting. Writhing. She gripped my arm, pleaded for more and she came again, louder than before. Her legs shook while she came and I slid my finger out of her, moving up her body, kissing everywhere I could touch. Her stomach, her breasts, her nipples.

I was hard as a rock, ready to blow again, but I held back, giving her time to come down and when she opened her eyes, she looked at me and smiled.

“I love you, too.”

“Good. Then show me how much by making love to me.”

She wrapped her body around me, arms and legs at my shoulders and hips, and I slid inside her.

We made love slowly, lazily, kissing and giggling, and it wasn’t just the best sex of my entire life.

When we came together, me holding out long enough to give her a third orgasm, we came with our hearts beating against each other’s. Our mouths fused together, and our bodies joined as one.

It was the only way I wanted us to be, for the rest of our lives. If life had taught me anything, especially in the last forty-eight hours, it was that everything could change in the blink of an eye.

I wasn’t waiting, taking anything slow with Paige. We had the rest of our lives to live together, but we were starting them now.

EPILOGUE

PAIGE

Loud cheers erupted as soon as Oliver pressed his lips to Shannon.

The minister had just pronounced them man and wife, and they kissed. He held her flushed to him, bending over and tipping her back. Oliver kissed Shannon like it was the best damn kiss of his life and he ended it to another loud round of hoots and hollers.

I stood to the side as a bridesmaid, Shannon’s best friend from Iowa, Melissa was her maid of honor. She grinned at me and I laughed, shaking my head while they continued practically having sex with each other on the small stage they’d constructed on their property for their wedding.

Finally, Oliver pulled back, and he spun Shannon to the crowd and they raised their hands in the air.

Music blared, escorting them down the aisle, and I quickly followed Melissa. She took Danny Rudolph’s arm, Oliver’s best man, and I waited for Beaux to reach me.

When he did, he kissed my cheek and whispered, “Our wedding kiss will be better than that.”

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