Make Me Forget by Jacqueline Anne Page A

by some sex god. She repeatedly licked and sucked him. One of her hands was squeezing his ass. And the other… “Fuck,” he growled when Paige caressed his balls.
    Sucking sounds echoed throughout the bathroom. Water rushing over their shoulders, Tyler watched Paige work her magic on him. She inched him closer to the back wall, pinning him against it. Her other hand was now splayed on his abs, feeling every crevice of his muscles. The way she touched him—took control of him—made him weak in the knees. Most men had this natural instinct to always be strong, but with Paige, Tyler was more than ready to explore his weaknesses. She was becoming his source of delicacy, and he wanted to indulge in every way.
    “I’m going to come, beautiful,” Tyler said.
    Paige gave him one more suck. She wrapped her hand around his length and fondled him. A guttural growl from way down deep escaped Tyler. When his juices jetted out, she aimed it all over her tits. It was a scene straight out of a porn movie, and he’d just become her number one fan. He was completely captivated by her.
    He pulled her up off her knees, kissing her with so much intensity he felt like an animal ready to mate. He wanted more. He couldn’t get enough of her. He was leaving tomorrow to travel back to his home on the other side of the planet. He was going to get as much of Paige Mattheson as he could.
    His tongue moved around her mouth, tasting her and remnants of his own seed. He leaned down and nibbled her breast. He shifted her, pinning her against the tiled wall.
    “Fuck me, Tyler,” she panted.
    His cock grew hard again at her command. He grabbed the condom and rolled it on. He lifted her, and she instinctively wrapped her body around him. His cock filled her so damn perfectly that his breath hitched.
    “Damn, Paige. You feel so fucking incredible.”
    He began to thrust in and out of her. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis. He was beginning to feel her sensitive muscles tighten around him and was in awe at how unbelievable she felt.
    Paige kissed his neck and sucked on his earlobe. She hit that sensitive spot right behind his ear, and he swore he saw stars.
    “God, Tyler. I love the way you feel inside me.” Her breath was hot against his ear.
    With her body around his, she pulled herself up using his shoulders then down to move faster, deeper, working with the rhythm of his thrusts. She moaned. He felt her pussy muscles clenching him through her orgasm. Watching her, feeling her and listening to her in the throes of passion triggered his own waves of pleasure.
    He kept her pinned against the wall in a tight embrace. They fit perfectly. At that moment, Tyler knew for sure his heart was lost to her. He had completely fallen for her. It had started the moment he’d first seen her. His head dropped against her shoulder while he tried to contain his emotions along with slowing his racing heart and erratic breaths. He had finally met his match. And tomorrow, he would have to walk away from her. His heart ached, and he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back the sadness that was erupting. I still have her for one more night. And tonight, he would show her how much he cared about her and make sure she knew how special she was, because actions spoke louder than words.
    Tyler set her down then threw away the condom. When he came back into the shower, he grabbed the shampoo from Paige’s hand and began shampooing her hair. With his hands gently massaging her head, she closed her eyes and let him take over. After he washed her hair, he conditioned it and cleaned her body from head to toe. He was thankful she didn’t protest or say she could handle showering on her own. That was obvious. He knew she was a strong, independent, successful woman—even with heartache and some bumps in the road. He wanted to take care of her, protect her—love her.
     
    They didn’t speak any words. Paige just watched him—the way he moved, the way he took his time with her.