Page 150 of Mayhem
“That’s it, baby. Take every inch for me. Let me feel this sweet little pussy grip me.”
She tightened around him, and he threw his head back and moaned, pulling her harder into the following thrusts. The sound of their bodies joining reverberated in the room.
“Paetyn,” she whimpered.
“I hear you, Angel. I’m not stopping you right now. Cum on my dick.”
And she did. Right then, at his request. The flood of warmth had him speeding up his thrusts, fucking her through the broken dam of her pleasure as she released hitched breaths, hands gripping the comforter, and Paetyn decided to put them to better use. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands back to rest on those luscious globes.
“Spread it open for me, baby. Let me watch my dick disappear into heaven.”
Erin complied, and Paetyn retook hold of the ribbon, eyes locked on his dick retreating from her warmth, covered in her release like an extra layer of skin before jutting his hips and pushing back in. As she held herself open on display for him, he allowed saliva to drip from his lips, and she gasped as she felt it. Paetyn used the thumb of his free hand to circle it around her entrance before the tip of his thumb breached it, and the whine she let out had his dick jumping in her pussy.
Watching his dick fuck her pussy should not have turned him on as much as it always did, but he chalked it up to the fact that everything regarding Erin strongly affected him.
Fucking her to her next orgasm in that position didn’t take long, with the help of the constant vibration against her clit. He knew the toy would help push her to sensitivity faster, and he had no intention of removing it until it had.
“Paetyn. Fuck, Papi, I’m cumming!”
He thrust into her harder than he meant to, his thumb pushing deeper. Her calling him that always caused something possessive to come to the forefront because she didn’t utter it often, and usually only when it was the two of them. The way she drenched his dick didn’t help matters.
“You’re raining all over me, Angel,” he told her in Spanish. “Such a good girl giving me what I want.” The praise had theeffect it always did, and her walls clenched around him; hitched breaths left her as he continued to fuck her.
He paused long enough to pull out and flip her over. Paetyn slid his arms under her legs as he sank his dick back inside her. He laced their fingers together, but the pace he chose was far from his original one. He wanted her to cum again, wanted them to cum together before he secured her to the restraints on the bed and made use of the crop and paddle nearby. Before he pushed her pleasure even further and then sank back into her and tortured her with it.
Time became irrelevant as it always did when he was with her, and he felt his balls begin to tighten. Knew he was on the brink of cumming, and could tell by the way her legs shook over his arms that she was right there with him. A single tear escaping from under the blindfold had him pausing.
“Angel?” he questioned.
“Warm, warm, please. Don’t stop. Keep fucking my pussy.”
Paetyn’s thrusts continued. “Your pussy?” he questioned, giving her a hard thrust.
“Fuck! Yours.”
“Whose?” Another hard thrust.
“Shit! Yours, Papi.”
Paetyn leaned over her, speaking against her lips. “That’s right. It’s my pussy.” He was on the brink of cumming. “Should I cum in my pussy?” He nipped her lower lip.
“Yeeessss! I’m cumming!”
He followed right behind her, burying his face in her neck as he emptied ropes of cum inside her. “Fuck, Angel,” he moaned.
He reached between them, removed the clamp from her clit, and she gasped. He gave her soft kisses as he pulled out of her. He removed his arms from under her and caressed her thighs as he watched his cum begin to leak out of her. He would give her a minute before he moved on.
Besides, Paetyn had all night to play and would use every second of it until he’d exhausted them both.
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Erin waved to Paetyn as she walked into her shop. It was Monday morning, and while she wasn’t open that day, she had some supplies being delivered that she needed to sign for. Since she’d spent the night at their house, Paetyn volunteered to drive her into the city since he had a few errands to run. She took him up on it since she would return to their house once done, and Cruz had left earlier that morning for work.
The company had given her a delivery window between eleven and one, and she would spend the time restocking the snack station, which she usually did before opening on Tuesday, and working on designs for clients she had scheduled. Paetyn would return by one to pick her up, and they would have lunch together.
She restocked the snack station before sitting at the desk and putting a reminder in her phone to replenish her inventory of snacks within the next couple of weeks. She pulled her tablet from her purse and put the finishing touches on the first design. It was going to be a large rib piece, and Erin had initially been skeptical when the client told her the placement because she only had two other small tattoos. After telling her about the discomfort she might feel because that was a sensitive area to tattoo, she still wanted it there. Erin was determined to make the piece as beautiful as possible so the discomfort would be well worth it.
When she finished that design, she checked any direct messages the shop’s social media pages might have. She’d always believed in keeping business separate from her personal life as much as possible, so she didn’t typically check or respond to messages outside her operating hours. Some might consider it a way to lose business because those people could go elsewhere. She was sure those who felt entitled to twenty-four-hour access would, and they weren’t the type of customers she wanted anyway.
