Page 151 of That Rush

He gives it to me.

Hard. Deep. Exactly where I need him.

I slide one hand between us and circle my clit. Aiden watches my fingers for one stroke before lifting his eyes to mine.

“Tell me who makes you this wet.”

“You do.”

“Who knows how you need to be fucked?”

My fingers falter.

Aiden drives into me harder. “Say it.”

“You.”

“Who do you want coming inside this tight pussy?”

The filthy question sends a violent shiver through me.

“You,” I gasp. “Only you.”

His control slips. I can see it happen—the clench of his jaw, the strain in his neck, the way his hips drive harder between my thighs.

“Now say what I’ve wanted to hear all damn afternoon.”

I know the word he wants.

“You’re mine.”

His face goes raw.

“Fuck.”

I pull him closer with my legs. “Mine to follow. Mine to touch. Mine to tell exactly what I want.”

“Yes.”

“And right now, I want you to make me come.”

Aiden grips my hips and fucks me harder. I rub my clit faster, matching every stroke until the pressure winds so tight I can barely breathe.

“That’s it,” he says. “Come all over my cock.”

My orgasm tears through me. I cry out against his mouth as my body clenches around him, every pulse sharper because I can feel him bare inside me.

Aiden curses and tries to pull back, but I lock my legs around his waist.

“Don’t.”

His whole body strains. “Paige.”

“Come inside me.” I drag my mouth over his jaw. “I want to feel you.”

He thrusts once more and buries himself deep. His cock jerks inside me as he comes, and the first hot pulse sends another aftershock through my body.

“Fuck.” His hands tighten around me. “Fuck, Paige.”