Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
She’s close—so fucking close—and when I reach between us, gathering her juices onto my finger, and then push one into her tight ass, she detonates, coming all over my face and the bed. I would love to watch it happen, but I refuse to stop massaging her clit, until she’s pushing my face away, her head moving back and forth as she mutters that it’s too much.
I love satiated Paige just as much as I love turned-on Paige, especially knowing I did that to her—made her come so hard that her eyes are hooded over, and her entire body is lax.
She sighs in contentment, her eyes fluttering shut, and with one last kiss to the hood of her pussy, I climb off the bed so I can go clean up.
“Where’re you going?” she slurs, drunk off her orgasm.
“To clean up,” I murmur, giving her a kiss so she can taste herself on me.
Her tongue darts out, and she moans, loving the taste.
As I’m pulling back, her eyes crack open. “What about you?”
“I’m good, Princess.”
Yeah, my cock is hard as granite and begging to be back where he belongs—in Paige’s tight warmth—but this isn’t about me. It’s about her, and I’ll gladly make her come every time she lets me if it means getting to be with her in some way.
When I get into the bathroom, instead of washing my hands and face, I decide to take a quick shower since I’m covered in her juices and my cock is painfully hard.
I’m soaping my body when the air turns cold, followed by a naked Paige stepping into the shower to join me.
“What are you—”
The words are caught in my throat when Paige drops to her knees, takes my cock in her hand, and strokes it.
I glance down at her in shock, ready to tell her she doesn’t need to do that, but before I can speak my thoughts, her emerald eyes meet mine as she opens that pretty mouth and damn near swallows my entire length.
I haven’t had sex since England, so, with her wet mouth gliding up and down my shaft, it doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten and me to shoot my load down her throat.
I try to warn her it’s happening, but she never stops, never takes her eyes off mine, while she milks every drop of cum from my cock. Then, like the little minx she is, she gives the crown a small kiss and stands.
“Marry me,” I say, half joking.
Her eyes go wide, and then she barks out a laugh. “That good, huh?” She smirks, knowing damn well what she does to me.
I wrap her in my arms and nuzzle my face into her neck. “I missed you,” I admit, “so damn much.”
Her body tenses, but she thankfully doesn’t pull away. And then she shocks me when she murmurs, “I missed you too.”
Paige might be hesitant regarding us, but I’m going to do everything in my power to show her that what happened in London was meant to be. Paige and this baby are mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows that.
After we shower, I throw my sweats back on, sans shirt, while she puts on a pair of tiny cotton pajama shorts and tank, no bra.
She offers to wash my shirt, and I take that as an invitation to stay the night. So, while she throws a load into the washer, I clean up the mess from dinner and then meet her back in her bedroom, leaving the shirt she stole from me on her dresser.
As we’re climbing into bed, my phone goes off with a text, and since it’s kind of late, I check it in case it’s an emergency.
Mom: Can you please reconsider coming home this weekend for your dad’s birthday? You can bring Paige.
“Your mom knows about me?” Paige squeaks, having seen the text from over my shoulder.
“Of course she does,” I say, pulling her into my arms. “My whole family knows about you.”
“Oh my God,” she groans, dropping her head into her hands. “They must think I’m the worst hussy ever, hooking up with a stranger and getting pregnant.”
“Hey,” I say, pulling her hands away from her face and tilting her chin to look at me. “Nobody thinks you’re a hussy. Don’t ever say shit like that again. What we had in London meant everything to me, and when we had sex, it was two consenting adults who had feelings for each other…one of whom still does.”
Paige’s eyes widen at my admission. “I do too,” she admits sheepishly. “I never stopped having feelings for you, but that doesn’t change the fact that we live four hours apart.”
“Actually, it does,” I say. “Because it means we’ll figure this all out. Starting with a trip to Dallas.”
“What?”
“You read what my mom wrote. She wants to meet you, and she knows I’m not going without you.”