Arms, hands, bodies move in a kaleidoscope before my eyes. I’m not completely certain how long we were in the limo or how we managed to stumble out of the back of it when we arrived at her place, but somehow, we successfully got into the house and waved off the driver who would be turning back to get Parker whenever he was ready to leave.
The funny thing is I never saw Parker at the Blow Out. Not once did I see any sign of him. I never found Jax, Megan, or Levi again after we went our separate ways either. I don’t even know if the fucking door is locked, but that isn’t important at the moment. Paige’s mouth, her tits, her arse, and her wet pussy are far more important. Her blowing me did nothing to calm the rage of need simmering under the surface of my skin.
With a force that could likely knock plaster off the nice walls of her home, I slam Paige against one and lift her; our mouths still attached, fighting, hungry, and needing more of one another. Her lethal legs wrap around my waist, cinching us together. Her hips roll up and down, making it difficult if not impossible to keep hold of her arse.
My pants are still undone, a failure at my attempt to get out of the fucking car, but now I’m glad they are because she rips her own panties off and flings them in my face. I lose it when the wet fabric hits me in the face.
I don’t waste any time wondering if Paige will get pissed about my rough handling or the fact I have her slammed against a wall with nowhere to go. Or when I lift my own hands to grab her arms and hold them high above her head.
Paige’s rapid breathing beats against the side of my face and into my hair as I bite my way down her body. Her pussy rubs and grinds while her legs work my pants off with ease as they tumble to my ankles. My boxers go just as quickly.
“I want you, Axle.” She hiccups against the shell of my ear. “Hard, angry, fast, merciless, fuck me.” Her pleads for me never come out as such. They are always demands, but I can feel deeper than that. The way she asks for things, in this way, is the only way she knows how. But something deep inside my drunken chest is pulling me in more when it comes to her.
Is this feeling that has been steadily growing inside me, this fluttering, what most people consider love?
Do I love Paige?
Her moans draw me from those thoughts for now. She’s ready for me, needing me at the moment, so I will dwell on all this later when I have a clearer mind.
Rearing back, I slam into her wet, waiting, and tight pussy with a single hard thrust. My ladder of piercings ripples against her lips as my dick buries deep within her.
“Oh!” Paige cries from the force of my penetration.
“You said merciless, Paige.” I nip and pull on her bottom lip. “Is this …” I slam in and slowly withdraw. “Hard …” I repeat the move, rattling the frames on the wall and the DVD case next to us. “Enough …” Paige cries, her head hitting the wall hard. “For you?”
“YES!” Her nails dig into the flesh at my hands as tightly as she clenches her pussy around my dick.
I throb and grow frantic, unable to control myself any longer. Harder and harder, I pound into Paige’s willing pussy, her muscles clenching and loosening with each orgasm I take from her body before my own erupts from me and deep into her.
Still inside her, I carry her over to the black leather couch of their expansive lounge room and set myself down on it; my arse hitting the cooled leather does nothing to cause a chill to grip me. My lips mold and play with Paige’s. There is no need to fight for domination. I got a rough fuck against the wall, so now it is her turn to rule over me. Finally, the rest of our clothes aside from Paige’s skirt leaves our bodies.
Her body rolls, whips, and sways with the unpredictable moves of a flame. I grow hard again, my dick buried between her thighs, our combined orgasms working as a lubricant. Flesh slapping, the distinct sucking sound that comes from wet sex, and our heavy breathing mixed with moans make for our own soundtrack as Paige rides me.
“You like it when I play with myself?” Paige lifts her heavy tits, pinching her pierced nipples while rolling her hips back and slamming them forward.
“Yes.” My larger hands cover hers as I take over. “But I like playing with them more.” Without hindering her dance, I lean in to suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth; the metal in my tongue beating and playing with the metal in her tit.
Her cries of pain mixed with pleasure ring into my ears. “Axle!” She screams out my name. I don’t stop; I suck harder, lightly biting around her dark areola. “Fucking hell!” she cries out; her thrusts turn shallow as her clit rubs against my dick with a perpetual attempt to get herself off once more.
Don’t get mad at a man; I love topping my woman as much as the next fucker, but nothing gets me going more or makes me come harder than watching Paige work herself to an orgasm over me. She uses my body to get her own pleasure, granting mine in return.
I would gladly wait an eternity to come just so I could watch her come undone over me time after time. Her head flies back, her face staring up at the ceiling, and she lets out a howl of complete ecstasy. I soon topple over, jetting my arse off the lounge as I come once more deep inside her.
Moments, minutes, hell, it feels as if a lifetime passes before Paige’s glowing eyes find me in the dark. Even in the dark, I am having difficulties translating her expression. She looks peaceful with a healthy glow across her face and contentment shining in her eyes. Could she be feeling the same as I do? Just as I’m about ready to ask her, my tone changes, and I nearly crumple when she pulls off me to stand.
“Come with me, Axle.” Her voice is lyrically soft, gentle, and holding a promise for something far deeper than I’ve heard before. Taking her offered hand, I follow the gentle sway of her skirted arse up to her room.
“Lie on the bed.” The door makes a nearly mute click as she shuts it behind us. I walk to the bed and sit on the edge.
“Here?”
“No.” Paige smiles, her head slightly shaking back and forth as she makes her way to me. “Lie down.” Pushing me backward, she crawls on top of me once more. With her pussy up by my face, she wiggles to drop her skirt, brushing her pussy, wet from our conjoined cum, on my face. I barely get a chance to lap at her, bite her, anything before she crawls above me and turns around.
Her face comes into view, illuminated by the moonlight leaking through the curtains. “Hi.”
“Hey. What ar—” I’m cut off with a quick yet passionate kiss. My mind flies into space at the power of it as well as the possible meaning of her possession.
“Just be quiet while I sit on your face.” Her tongue darts out and draws a line down the center of my body as she crawls back down. Her pussy positions above me, teasing me.
I jerk when her cool hand wraps around my dick. The bastard is stuck in a continual state of being half erect around her. Her tongue swirls and licks around my head before she pulls me deep into her mouth.
“Holy … fuck.” My hands fist into the bedding. I’m trying to get my bearings because I don’t want to lose my shit before I get her to the edge. My drunken head doesn’t want to rise off the bed very well. Instead, I reach up and slap her arse hard; causing her back to her arch and then her pussy comes to me.
I lick her, pussy to clit and back again, keeping my hands firmly around her arse. I spread her cheeks, allowing my middle finger to toy with her arsehole while my tongue probes, twists, and thrusts into her pussy.
Using my strong chin to rub her clit, I lay my tongue piercing flat against her opening and roll my tongue. My dick hits repeatedly against the back of her throat, and my balls are putty in her hands as she kneads and plays with them. My ladder becomes a play thing for her, her teeth bumping against each one, causing me to jerk and hiss against her pussy.
This makes her moan. And boy, does it feel fucking amazing. Women, you know how good it feels to have a vibrator between your legs, thrumming against your clit and inside your wet pussy?
Vibrations against my dick feel just as good. My excitement builds, making me ravenous to eat her out. I hum, returning the same thrill to her, both of us taking turns pushing one another higher and higher.
I lose control first; my hot cum shoots into her mouth and then I finish on her throat and chest as she pulls me out of her mouth.
“Oh!” Paige slams her pussy against my face, harder, faster, and far more feral when I use our combined juices to slip a finger into her arse. “Ah! Ax-Axle!” She screams, praising the magic of my tongue and fingers as she stops, suspended above me, and her cum rolls down my tongue to the corners of my mouth. Her pussy tightens unbelievably around my tongue, and her arse squeezes my single digit.
“YES!” she cries, freezing and letting her orgasm ride out and down my face.
We don’t clean up. And why should we? Sure, our bodies need sleep now. The alcohol we consumed mixed with the rough sex has tired us, but washing can come in the morning after we do this again.
We don’t bother getting under the covers either. It is a warm night, and the cool air from the air conditioning feels great. Paige drapes herself over my chest with her upper body, head rested over my heart, and her left leg thrown over both of mine.
Her soft breathing wafts over my bare chest, and her chest rises and falls in silent even succession, telling me she is already fast asleep. I push her hair out of the way, the ponytail aiding in keeping it from her face. Reaching down, I kiss the crown of her head.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Paige Bartin.” My drunken state comes back to me, taking hold and dragging me into the depths of a dreamless, motionless slumber.