Page 51 of Resurfaced Passion

“Ah, fuck, look at you, baby.” She’d cupped either side of his neck, using him as leverage to bounce on his hands, doing most of the work for him, but her breath hitched when he curled his two long fingers and grazed her G-spot. “You’re gonna cream so bad for me, aren’t you? I can feel it. Sweet little pussy clasping me tightly. You need it?”

“Oh, god. Yes.” She panted, rising and falling like she was riding a stud. He worked her clit, hard then slow, fast and soft and the more wetness she dripped onto his other hand, the wilder Paige became.

Not for nothing, Reaper would have sold every organ he had to be right in this moment finger fucking Paige, feeling the warm, wet draw of her pussy each time he retreated only to shove harder right down to the center of her fucking soul.

His hands fucked her like his cock ached to do.

With his head swimming, feeling like he was locked in fog, he leaned forward, kissed her open mouth, thrust his tongue inside while his hands went to work, harder, deeper, spreading her juices over every inch of her pussy and in turn, the way Paige rolled her hips meant she soaked his thighs.

He loved it.

“You smell incredible, baby. Gonna wear you all over me like fucking cologne, let everyone know I got all the sweet from my perfect woman.”

The way her eyes glazed over, and her panting became shorter and the rich slides becoming wetter, he knew she was close to the edge.

He stilled her movements easily by removing his hand and sliding it over her ass. Plump and soft, he couldn’t help squeezing it hard enough she moaned.

He wanted so much, so fucking much and all of it indecent. Would it scare her to know he wanted to pull the globes of her ass open and fuck every hole she had, embed himself so deep inside her she would want him there forever and Reaper wouldn’t feel so fucking empty anymore.

Would he make her run to know he would fuck her in broad daylight in front of an audience if that’s what she asked for? He had no hang-ups with sex, and he wanted to share it all with her.

“Don’t stop.” Her little whine reached into his chest, grabbed his heart and massaged it. He gave a pump of his hips, using his covered cock on her clit to startle her before he got his fingers back in action.

First by sliding dirtily through her ass cheeks, making sure to press up against the puckered opening… she gasped… paused her hip rolling and flickered her gaze to him. Yeah, his baby liked that, so he did it again and kept on stroking that forbidden place with her own juices while the hand at the front switched places and fucked three long fingers into her, stretching and twisting so deep he knew every stroke was pressing into her most favorite spot.

“Reaper. Reaper. Oh, god…. Reaperrrrrrr….”

Head thrown back, her fingers squeezing hell out of his neck, tits bouncing in his face, soaked in his Paige, he fucked her hard. “You like that, baby, me taking you from both ends?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered, voice dripping with lust.

God, she had no idea how she was destroying him.

“You’ll come for me now,” he growled, repeatedly banging his fingers up against her G-spot, and right as she crested over, her pink lips falling open, eyes so beautiful turning blind, he pressed his thumb to her backside, in and in…until she’d taken the knuckle. Her little wheeze was sexy as hell, a surprised whimper turned hoarse as her hips rolled and rolled finishing herself off just from the friction of his fingers inside her.

Her head fell down onto his shoulder while she went through a series of shudders, each one he counted and stored in his memory.

If ever there was a ballpark for beauty and perfection, Paige would check off that list. She lifted her head again, her eyes glassy and smiling, she added one more memory to his list by pressing his lips and whispering, “thank you.”

Thanking him? For fucks sake, he needed to get on his knees and thank her over and over.

And then with his cock.

The cock in question pulsed in agreement.

He needed to fuck now.

He’d been right… she’d soaked his lap, the front of his shorts were damp from his own pre-leakage and her pleasure and he rejoiced in it, giving his cock a squeeze to adjust the ache in his balls, she moaned, watching him. “That’s done it, Paige. No more dates,” He husked, feeling like his tongue was too thick for his mouth. Damn pills were in his blood and dragging him under. Laying his head back on the couch, he couldn’t help but give her a bump of his hard cock, desperate to fuck her, but he’d rest his eyes a second. And enjoy her sweet lips. “Only me.”

Her lips stopped roaming over his face. Her breath puffed against his nose. “What?”

“Just me, baby. Only date me. Can’t take seeing you with anyone. No one..” Slurred Reaper. Fucks sake… He needed to carry his girl to bed, get her in his sheets and show her what having her tight pussy meant to him. Just a second, he thought… “Only me.”

“Reaper…”

Yeah, baby. Just me.He was sure he answered.

But there was no way to tell, because he passed the fuck out like he’d died.

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