Page 64 of Mr. Fixer Upper
His tongue flicked over the swollen lips of her sex.
“Gannon!” she hissed.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pressing his mouth to her.
Paige arched up, fighting the pleasure that such vulnerability brought. He pinned her legs with his big, rough palms and sampled her flesh. His tongue blazed through the slickness, the proof of her desperation for him. When he brushed over her clit, Paige gasped.
“That’s what I want, honey. Give it to me,” he murmured against her, his lips and tongue working her.
Her blood heated, her breasts ached, lonely and full. Paige wanted, no, needed more. And when Gannon pressed two rough fingers against her opening, she stopped breathing.
Sliding them home into her tight, wet channel, Gannon began a relentless assault with his tongue.
“Gannon!” He’d taken over her body, and now all that mattered was the climax shimmering on the horizon. His fingers flexed inside her, grazing that secret spot, and Paige bowed back against the pillows, levering her hips up greedy for more.
He growled against her, and she sobbed out another breath. He was all-consuming, ruthlessly driving her toward the peak. His fingers and mouth worked in concert tempting her higher and higher.
She felt the first tremor, and her legs fought to close on him, but he forced her open devouring every sweet drop of her climax. Fighting it made it harsher, more jagged, and the orgasm ripped through her without regard for anything other than its own brilliant existence.
Gannon groaned his pleasure into her, tasting her and driving her harder into it. Paige’s hands knotted in the comforter beneath them as her body shook with ripples of pleasure.
“That’s what I’ve been dreaming about,” Gannon whispered on a ragged breath, kissing her inner thighs with his sinful mouth.
“More,” Paige sighed.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea.”
He moved away from her, leaving her body loose and used on the bed. She opened a lazy eye and saw him frantically pawing his discarded shorts for his wallet.
“Bag,” she murmured.
“What, honey?”
She pointed at her bag on the floor. “Condoms. Whole box.”
He pounced on her bag and triumphantly pulled out the box she’d stashed inside. “Have I ever told you you’re the smartest woman I know?”
“No, but I’m going to expect it regularly now,” she teased, rolling to her side. She enjoyed the view as Gannon rolled the condom on his impressive erection.
She felt her pulse kick up a notch. There was something about knowing that she did that to him, that she made him that hard…
“Roll over,” he said, his voice a dark rasp.
She complied and felt adrenaline surge through her as he shoved her shoulders down. She pressed her face down into the comforter still warm from her own body heat.
“I want to take you in every way I’ve thought about for the past year,” he rasped.
“Then take me.”
He drove home, sheathing his thick cock inside her. The force of his invasion caught her breath, and it took her a moment to relax around his thick length.
He growled deep in his throat, and her sex rippled around him, her body begging without shame for more.
“Is this okay?” he asked, flexing into her.
“God, yes,” she gasped. Paige pressed up on her hands and tossed her hair back, meeting his gaze over her shoulder.
He swore and began to move in her. When she looked away, Gannon gripped her hair with one hand and her hip with the other. He began to ride relentlessly. She was so full of him, so dominated by him. He thrust into her with a restrained desperation that was an aphrodisiac to Paige.
