Page 147 of Resurfaced Passion

So wet, she was going to leave a wet spot on the chair. Standing behind her, his mouth coasting perilously close to her neck she was arching back begging to be kissed, it was no problem for Reaper to reach under her skirt as he used two thumbs to tug on the lace around her hips.

Her whole body flamed to life, panting, she turned her head to try and capture his mouth and the monster evaded.

“Have you had enough to eat, baby?”

Nodding, she needed something else now.

He smirked so damn handsome. “That’s good because I’m going to ruin these and eat my fill of my wife first.”

“Will you stop saying my wife like that!”

“I haven’t said it in four years, so forgive me for using it in every fucking sentence, bug.”

That was fair. And she secretly got a thrill hearing it.

All during the night he made her declare she loved her husband’s cock. She needed her husband’s cock, she loved riding her husband’s cock. What a bossy beast she loved.

“I think I need to fuck my wife now.” he stated, plucking her out of the chair, he deposited her onto his lap once he took the seat, her legs spread wantonly over his knees, open for his hands to streak under the thin cotton dress.

Arms looped around his neck; she nuzzled his nose. “Haven’t you been doing that for weeks?”

“No, that was my girlfriend.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes at him. “You and your menagerie of women…”

“I’m a lucky fucking man.”

And he belonged to her in every single way.

Fingers crawled through his sun-lightened strands and he groaned, canting his head down giving her better access. He loved being touched.

When he opened his hooded eyes, pinning Paige with a satisfied, wicked, pleased grin that told her wordlessly that she was his everything in return, she saw an entirely different man. One that was no longer guarded in his emotions. A happy man and one she was ever so lucky to be able to say she was the one who got to love him every moment of her life.

Suddenly the air changed to thick syrup.

The seconds became hassled and needy.

She squirmed and Reaper clasped hands tightly on her hip bones.

It didn’t stop her from grinding on his hardness.

“You want it?”

“God.” She breathed. “Yes.”

“You want your husband’s hard cock?”

“Reaper…yes.” More squirming, this time he helped her by directing the flow of her circling hips. He was so incredibly hard beneath his boxer briefs, the material hardly harnessing the beast. Long and thick, her mouth watered.

“Pull your panties aside and take what you need, ladybug.”

No. no, no. She was terrible in charge, she got clumsy. She much preferred Reaper steering their sex ship.

Whimpering against his mouth, she pleaded.

“You want it, you take it.” he growled and squeezed both cheeks of her bottom.

Didn’t that just get her moving.

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