Page 90 of Resurfaced Passion

By the time he pushed all those delicious, thick inches inside her to the hilt there was no world left around them. It was just Paige, Reaper and his perfect ...pushing…cock. Her pussy stretched, and the pleasure was so piercing it reached the back of her jaw, the tips of her hair, the soles of her feet. No part of her was left out of the soul crushing bliss with his first shove.

A low scream leapt off her tongue, he gripped her carefully, but not gently and she moaned at how good that grip was.

Her heart rate tripped into an irregular rhythm and her breaths were choppy at best as she tried to hold onto that feeling of floating and dying at the same time as she felt the pleasure building, building and soaring to heights even astronauts hadn’t ventured yet.

He pulled out then slammed in deeper. She screamed again.

“Ah, fuck, your pussy is ecstasy,” he groaned pumping harder, tremors rocked, the frenzy of bliss building, building,building.

His beautiful cock strained the walls of her core and she could swear she felt her bones shifting to accommodate him.

So full of him, she lifted against the way he pinned her wrists to the bed.

Tugging. Tugging. And the more she did, the harder he pinned her. She was seeing in sounds and shapes bouncing behind her eyelids.

All at once, when she was so near to splintering into a million pieces, with his hot breath brushing against her cheek, Reaper reared his head to pierce her with a look and he slowed his pace. From deep and fast, to slow and agonizingly tender.

Paige whimpered.

Reaper grunted on her cheek after each push.

It felt amazing.

Like the best thing in the world and then triple that and add fifty-five gazillion. It was so good she wondered if she was embarrassing herself with all the noise she was making.

“Let me hear you,” he encouraged.

I guess not, she thought. And moaned again. Louder this time, fingers clutched in his hair, holding his head steady to watch when he started to fuck her harder again, only to slow once she reached the point of no return.

“You’re killing me,” she whined, and he gave her one of those devastating, heart-stopping smiles. “Do you need to come, Paige?” He was all over her. A mouth on her boob, his eyes everywhere, his body covered and owned.

She bobbed her head wildly, biting her corner lip.

Demanding strokes let Paige know he held her pleasure right there to detonate at will and it drove her wild with desire.

“Say it,” he demanded huskily. “Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come,” she didn’t hesitate. His eyes dilated to two black disks. “Fuck me, Reaper, I want you to feel me constantly on your dick.”

She had no idea where the dirty words came from but boy, did he take direction well. If she hadn’t been pinned underneath him she would have been propelled into a different room.

He was violently fast and god almighty when she came it was the biggest orgasm she’d ever had. He didn’t even have to touch her clit to get her there. Just those deep shoves that hit the soft center of her.

Reaper followed with a gorgeous groan, clutching her tightly.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good. Hot and tight and wet.Paige.So perfect, I wanna stay inside you.”

Bliss had a smell and it was Reaper’s neck she buried her nose into.

Perfect had a feel and it was Reaper’s heavy body pressing her into the bed.

“I do you right, baby? You feel good?” The trail of his lips up the side of her throat felt hot and addictive. She curled into that touch, holding onto his waist while she came back into her body.

“Best… oh god, the best sex I’ve ever had, Reaper. And seeing as how I don’t remember if there were any other times, makes this all the more bestest.”

“The more bestest, huh?” Sexy lips curled at the edges.

She bobbed her head, drowsy, slightly tipsy, bones heavy. Even her tongue wouldn’t work properly. “You sexed me so good I can’t brain.”

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