Page 49 of Beyond the Hate

No, but I do enjoy the feel of her walls tightening whenever I talk dirty to her. Who would have thought my nerdy girl enjoyed dirty talk? I want to learn all there is to know about Paisley. There’s much more to her than a smart girl who wears glasses.

Speaking of glasses. I remove hers and throw them on the coffee table.

“What are you doing?”

“There’s no need for glasses when I’m going to make you blind with passion.”

Her eyes flare. “Okay.”

“I need you to come for me, Lace. My cock wants in that pussy. I want to feel you squeezing my cock the way you’re squeezing my fingers now.”

I quicken my pace and Paisley bounces on my fingers. I add a third finger and her walls flutter.

“Come, Paisley. Come all over my hand.”

“Yes,” she moans as her climax hits her. I continue to glide in and out of her until it wanes.

I remove my fingers and position her over me.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

I notch my cock at her entrance. I start to lift up but Paisley impales herself on me.

“Fuck, Paisley,” I moan at the feel of her surrounding me.

“Fucking is precisely what we are doing.”

I chuckle even as my cock hardens further at her words. I’ve never been this turned on and amused at the same time.

Only Paisley can do this to me.

Chapter 16

“And people claim I’m the stubborn one. They obviously haven’t met Eli.” ~ Paisley

Paisley

I slump into Eli and he wraps his arms around me. I’m completely sated.

Usually, I need more time to orgasm. And I definitely don’t ever orgasm twice in one session. But not with Eli. He touches me and every nerve ending in my body comes alive.

Eli brushes his fingers through my hair. My ponytail didn’t survive. My hair is probably sticking up in all directions. For the first time in my life, I don’t care how my hair looks. No one’s here to see it.

Besides Eli. I should probably extract myself from him. The desire to burrow myself into his chest is strong. But I don’t want to give him the wrong idea. I count to five before pushing away and standing.

“We should get back to work. I need to check on several items.”

Eli frowns. “Are you trying to put distance between us?”

Obviously. Sex is sex. But feelings are different. I know myself well enough to realize I could very easily become attached to Eli. I don’t want to have my heart broken again. Once was enough for me.

I snatch my jeans and panties from the floor and sit on the coffee table to put them on. I scowl. My thighs are covered in red dye.

Eli laughs. “Your prank came back to bite you on the ass.”

I glare at him. “Never mind. The dye isn’t permanent.”

He stands and pulls up his pants and buttons them. “Come on.” He holds out his hand to me. “You can wash off in my private bathroom.”

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