Page 84 of That Rush

She does.

Paige takes another inch, pauses, then breathes through her nose and lowers her mouth again. Her eyes remain on mine while I guide her, giving her plenty of time to stop me or change the pressure.

She doesn’t.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That smart mouth looks so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”

Her eyes brighten at the praise.

She pulls almost all the way off before sucking me deep again. My grip tightens, and a low groan leaves me.

“You like hearing that?”

Paige hums an answer.

The vibration rolls through my cock and tightens my balls.

“Of course you do.” I brush her hair away from her face so I can see every inch she takes. “You like knowing you’re the one who makes me lose control.”

She slides down farther.

“That’s it. Take what you can.”

Her lips reach lower, and my control begins to fray. She hollows her cheeks as she pulls back, dragging her tongue along the underside of my cock.

“Jesus, Paige.”

She watches everything. The way my stomach tightens. The change in my breathing. The harder pull of my fingers in her hair. Every time she finds something I like, she does it again.

She isn’t nervous or embarrassed. She’s figuring out exactly what gets a reaction from me, and the satisfaction in her eyes tells me she’s enjoying every second of it.

My hand tightens in her hair. “Use your tongue beneath the head. Right there.”

She follows the direction, flicking the sensitive spot while her hand twists over the base.

Pleasure hits hard enough to lift my hips.

“Good girl.”

She moans around me.

“Fuck.” I stare down at her. “You like having my cock in your mouth while I tell you exactly how to suck it, don’t you?”

Her fingers tighten at the base, and she takes me deeper in answer.

The sight of it nearly finishes me.

“Paige, I’m close.”

She keeps going.

I loosen my grip enough to give her the choice to pull away. “I’m going to come.”

Her eyes lift to mine.

She doesn’t stop.

Instead, she drags her tongue beneath the head again and sucks harder.