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“Move,” she groaned when I stayed there, her cunt clenching and pulsing around my thickness, like she’d never been so full. I gave her another moment to adjust to my size and pulled out.

The need to release burned in my spine, heating my lower back, but I still forced myself to focus on her.

With one hand I held on to her hip, and the other moved to her front, back to her still swollen bundle of nerves, and then I moved.

I propelled my hips against her, the sounds of flesh slapping and her moans and my grunts filled the room.

It was perfect. She gave herself to me freely, so damn wildly and unhindered. She was the kind of woman who would allow me to do whatever I wanted with her body.

I’d had weeks of planning fantasies. They rushed through my mind, burned into my brain while I thrust into her, until I felt her orgasm begin to take her over.

I pulled out.

“Beaux!” I flipped her to her back and then I was over her, needing to see her face when she came. I needed her to see what she was doing to me. I pushed back inside of her, gripping her hip, falling to an elbow, so damn close to her.

Her legs went to my hips and she rocked against me, taking as much as she was giving, and hell if a woman chasing her own orgasms wasn’t the sweetest thing ever.

“Come,” I grunted, “Come with me, Paige.”

I adjusted, hit her in her sweet spot, and her hands came to my arms. Nails dug in, clinging to me while she orgasmed and I moved, hips slapping hers once. Twice. Three more times before the tightness of her gripped my cock and refused to let go.

I settled balls deep inside of her and shoved my face into her throat, groaning her name as I came deep inside of her.

CHAPTER TWENTY

PAIGE

My heart was thumping against his bedsheets and my knuckles ached from clawing at them. I knew Beaux would surpass any expectations I had of him in bed, but nothing could have prepared me for that.

I was sated. I wanted to do it all over again and again. I’d be sore in the morning but holy cow that was absolutely totally worth it.

His large, warm hand came down and brushed my hair off my face, tucking it behind my ear. He’d gotten up to use the restroom and clean up. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” I gave him a lazy smile and rolled to my side. From the moment Beaux set me on his bed and settled his intensity on pleasing me, I’d lost all self-conscious thoughts about my body.

He’d liked what he saw so I didn’t bother covering up.

“You wore me out,” I told him, my hand drifting to his abs. He was still naked and my gaze went straight to his length. Thick and heavy even now, I couldn’t help but admire him. “It’s been awhile.”

“I figured that out when you lit up for me as soon as I got my mouth on you.”

“What?” I jerked up, propping myself up with a hand on the bed.

He dropped his head, shoulders shaking from laughing. “I’m not complaining, Paige.”

I huffed and wiggled closer to him. “Well, I was going to give you all the credit for that, but now I don’t think I will.”

“Right. You just came three times. I’ll take the credit whether or not you want to give it.”

It hadn’t been three. Just two, really long and fantastic orgasms I’d never forget. “You’re arrogant.”

He kissed the top of my head and wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight against him. “You like it.”

My eyes closed as I breathed in his scent. Gosh, this guy. I waffled between wanting to jump him and strangle him at all hours, but I think I liked that, too.

Things with Beaux would never be boring.

“Yeah. I like it.”

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