Page 72 of Resurfaced Passion

He’d crack a skull if someone dared tell him now he was wrong.

With his hard as steel cock leaking all over like a damn faucet, he prowled back onto his bed until he was kneeling in front of the girl with the wide eyes.

Lavender eyes that swam with lust and a flicker of nerves.

His girl might be anxious, but she had no fucking idea of the emotions swarming through Reaper.

Taste her. Give her pleasure.

That had been the plan.

A good one.

A smart one.

But his flesh was too weak to walk away from her. Dumbass, but the truth was, he was weak for Paige, period and he’d neededsomething.

Staying aloof wasn’t working for him. Not when his heart and body were working together against his brain.

Consequences be fucking damned; he needed her more than he needed to fucking breathe.

“Scared?” He asked, rimming her ankle with a hand, he uncrossed her legs and pulled her down the bed a little until she was under him. Her squeal of shock pierced directly through the head of his cock and he had to chew the inside of his cheek to stop from coming like a pre-teen with his first taste of pussy.

“Of you? Never. Of that?” She pointed to his reaching cock, dying for her fingers to stroke him out. “Maybe a little.”

Reaper couldn’t help it. He fucking grinned.

“Baby, you know how to make me feel fucking good.” He all but rumbled and took her hand, wrapping it around the cock she was staring at. He helped her fingers roll the length while he tried not to let his brain blow apart with how good it felt.

“Oh, you’re huge.” She puffed a breath. “I can’t even make my fingers meet.” It didn’t stop her jacking him off.

Her wide eyes made him chuckle.

“Seriously huge, Reaper. Don’t be disappointed if I can only take half of you.”

“I’ll fit, baby. I’ll fit all the way inside that tight pussy you’ve got waiting for me, I promise.”

Her eyes turn opaque. A fucking dreamy smile covered her face and nearly got her fucked hard right there, if not for the way his back teeth crushed together.

Keep it the fuck together, Jud.

Remember you’re not a damn animal.

It’s Paige. She deserves better than a fast rut.

Licking into her sweet mouth, she took his tongue, clasping his face and for a long minute he let his girl control their kiss. She was tentative at first, as if testing what she could do to him. She could fuck him up and he’d love every minute of it if her hands were on him.

It probably made him a desperate son of a whore, but in that moment Reaper had one thought and that was tasting Paige.

He pulled from her lips and attached his to one of her pebbled nipples, the gaspy breath she let go of hit him square in the solar plexus. He switched tits and sucked that one too and when he eventually made it back to her mouth she was panting heavily.

This was so good; he was about to pass the fuck out.

And then Paige blew his fucking skull off, replacing their kiss by pushing her fingers into his mouth and grabbed his dick with the other hand at the same time, rimming the wet crown like she was charming a snake.

She’d shoved her fingers into his mouth and Reaper had no choice… no will of his own, but to suck hard around those three digits slowly working their way over his tongue leaving the sweetest taste behind.

When she pulled them free and then attached her lips to his once more he opened wide, took that forceful kiss to higher levels, he plucked her up, and straddled her over his legs, pulling her in as closer as he could get her, skin to delicious skin.

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