Page 101 of Special Delivery

If this is the last time I’ll get to have her, I want the souvenir.

The thought constricts my throat and sends a wave of tension through my head. A slutty little whimper breaks free from Paige, pulling my focus to the present moment. I can’t dwell on the future. Not now. Not with her ready and pliant for me.

I kiss her harder, nipping her bottom lip, while unbuttoning my pants and releasing my already dripping cock.Not wanting to hurt her, I press a finger to her entrance, finding her soaked.

“You’re dripping, baby.”

Her moans echo the silent room.

“You’re begging for it, aren’t you? Begging for my cock to slip into this perfect pussy,” I whisper the words into her ear, feeling her skin prickling with goosebumps.

“Yes.” A gasp slips from her lips as I push two fingers into her.

I pump the fingers in and out, though there’s no need. She’s more than ready for me. Still, I could use a minute if I want to make her come before my own orgasm. Once I finally release the fingers, they slip right into my mouth, which is desperate for her taste.

She watches with wide eyes, her tongue dipping out to lick her lips.

I press the fingers to her lips. “Feel how good you taste begging for me, baby.”

She takes the fingers into her mouth, licking them with fervor. A moan escapes her as she sucks in my middle finger and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Playtime is over, baby. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you right fucking now.”

She dips her chin frantically, and it’s enough of a sign for me to wrap my fist around my cock and lead it to her soaked center. I take it slow, but her scorching hot pussy sucks me in with the help of her hands pulling me closer.

“I don’t want it slow, Ryan.”

I try to catch my breath as I bottom out inside of her. “Good. I can’t do slow with you.”

My thrusts are frantic and wild as I unleash all the emotions I feel toward her. All the craving for her intimacy. All the longing for her presence. All the frustration at her reluctance. And all the love I’ve realized I have.

Thrust after thrust, her pussy takes my cock like she was made for me. Her breathy noises burrow themselves deep under my skin, while the hazy look in her gorgeous blue eyes draws me in like a moth to a flame. The feel of her burning flesh glues my fingertips to it, and her wet heat wrapped tightly around my cock pushes me straight to the edge.

Not planning to jump alone, I press a thumb to her swollen clit, making her whimper. Her head falls back, and I grab the back of her neck to pull her into another kiss. My thumb rubs quick circles around her clit, and she starts trembling beneath me.

“Don’t stop…” she murmurs. “Please don’t stop. I’m coming, Ryan, please don’t stop.”

I couldn’t even if I wanted to. “Fuck, baby, I won’t. Give it to me, Paige. I want to feel your pleasure. I want to feel your tight pussy squeezing the life out of my cock.”

And she does. Her whole body freezes for a moment. Then she lets out a loud moan, a shiver wracking her body. Her pussy quivers around my cock, and my own release hits me. My vision blanking, I lower to support myself on the table, as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes into me. My cock pulsates while filling her with every last drop of my cum. Tiny white spots appear in my vision, sparkling like little stars.

As I fight for my breath, a realization I made days ago settles into my stomach with full certainty. Paige was made for me. She wasn’t a magical cure to my headaches, she gave my life a new purpose. A purpose I’m excited to fulfill. To hell with doing what’s expected of me. It’s time to do what I truly want.

No matter how much she’s scared of this, I have to show her it’s worth it. No matter how much she wants to run away, I need to give her a reason to stay. A reason to be with me. The inner pocket of my tux jacket itches.

The sunroom luckily hosts a tissue box on a nearby side table, so I extract a few to clean her up, steeling myself to tell her how I feel. Doing the best I can with dry tissues, I lower her dress and help her to her feet, keeping her panties in my pocket.

“Thank you…” Her voice is barely a whisper.

I take both of her wrists, waiting for her eyes to connect with mine. This is it. “My plane leaves the day after tomorrow, and I’ll be gone for a month.”

Her throat bobs on a swallow. “Where are you going?”

“Peru.”

She lets out a startled laugh. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”