Sheathing Paige

Paige had yelled for him before entering his room. After hearing no reply to her call, she entered anyway, only to gaze upon his velvet hard flesh. “I… I should… I… I,” Paige said only to feel him upon her. “Do you trust me?” he asked roping his arms around her. “I… I trust you,” she replied. “Good,” Jeremy hissed, “then don’t go,” he said, molding his body into her, allowing her to feel everything he had to offer…