She let out a whimper that tickled down his spine as he suckled and gasped when he lightly bit. “Don’t ever hide from me, ever,” he growled.
/> She wiggled restlessly against his body, goading him with her hips and sending a bolt of lust straight up to his head. “Fill me up again.”
He buried his face between the rising curves of her breasts, dreading he was perilously close to losing control. His cock was a burning torch and Paige fit him like a glove, her sexy little pussy excruciatingly snug and welcome.
“Zach. Do it. I beg you.”
“I won’t last.”
He cocked his head to soak the tip of her other breast, swirling his tongue across the rigid pink pearl. He suctioned, the tension in the center of his body heightening at the way she thrust her chest up to him.
“Don’t. Don’t last.” Her sobbing gasps made him impossibly harder. “I’m so excited, I’m hurting.”
Everything . . . everything hurts . . .
We hurt because we want each other, Paige.
Groaning, he tested the tender folds between her legs with his fingers, found the channel drenched. His balls contracted with need. A low mewling sound exited her lips when he withdrew from inside her.
Panting, she folded her knees until the heels of her feet were firmly planted on the mattress, opening her up even more. She looped her arms around his neck, holding him to her. “Zach,” she urged.
Setting his teeth and striving for control, he established himself in the clinch of her thighs, bracing his weight up on his elbows. Their chests heaved as he gazed into her lust-filled blue eyes.
“You wanted this?” He forced half of his thickened length into the gripping heat of her pussy, inch by inch being tugged and swallowed by her. “Paige? Did you?”
“More.”
He thrust fully into her. They cried out together. The pleasure was beyond anything in this realm, intense, consuming.
Aroused to the point of madness, he began to pump for real, losing the battle, losing himself. “Give yourself to me,” he pleaded. He kissed the arching column of her neck, using his tongue, his teeth. “Let go, Paige. Let go.”
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she held on, the bed creaking faster, her body moving wildly to keep up with his. “Zach.”
“Yes, God, yes. Give me everything.”
“Zach!” Her exclamation carried to his ears.
And still he pumped. “Am I too big for you, am I hurting you?”
“No, no, don’t stop.” Her hips swiveled, allowing deeper access, intensifying the pleasure of his long, penetrating entries. “Oh, oh.”
She raked her fingers down his back, her nails biting into his ass, urging him farther into the titillating clenches of her pussy, drawing out his pleasure with compact, delicious milking motions.
Zach opened his mouth over hers, delivering a mind-blowing kiss, all the while knowing he wasn’t taking her. Paige was taking him. Oh, damn, she was.
Sliding and sliding into her silken heat, he was gone, past the point of stopping. He trailed his lips across her temple and plunged his tongue into her ear, his voice rough and commanding. “Say . . . my name.”
“Zachary.”
He groaned, pumped. Bliss surged through him, pulsing, fiery, twitching him taut. “Paige.”
“Zach.”
“You have no idea, no idea.”
Her head rolled restlessly over the pillow and her back arched. The way her body thrust with his demolished him like an avalanche.
“Ahh, God!” He wrapped her in his arms and increased his pace, fucking together, fucking deeper, faster, harder. “Come with me. Come to heaven with me.”