Page 70 of Mayhem
"You're taking me so well, Angel," he told her as his other arm hooked under her right leg. He swiveled his hips, not pulling out, his pelvis grinding against her clit. She moaned for him, and he drank it down. "Such a good girl, baby." He nipped her lower lip. "Keep holding it for me."
"Mm, Paetyn. I don't know that I can."
"Yes, you can." He pulled out slowly before pushing back in even slower. "You want to be good for me, don't you?" Shemoaned in response, and again, he nipped her lower lip slightly harder. Paetyn gave her another slow stroke. "Words, baby."
Another moan pushed through her lips, and she wiggled her wrist in his hold. Her lower half shifted as she began to try to undulate her hips. He threw her leg over his shoulder and gripped her waist, stopping her.
"Answer me, Erin."
Her pussy tightened around him, and the soft whimper she released let him know she wanted to cum, and she was about to do anything to make sure that happened. She tightened around him again, released, and repeated. Paetyn knew that she could work herself to orgasm if she continued. He tsked.
"I'd think you'd want to be good after being such a bad little temptress in the shower, touching me and trying to get me to fuck you." He pulled out slowly until his dick left the warmth of her pussy. His tongue ran along her lips. "I guess I was wrong, and that's why you don't get to cum. Because I don't reward naughty little sirens."
Paetyn sat up, and she wrapped her legs around him to keep him from moving. He raised a brow at her.
"I'll be good," she spoke breathily, her hands still above her head.
Paetyn licked his lips. "I don't believe you, Angel." He reached up and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "I think this pretty little mouth is lying to me."
Erin shook her head. "I promise," she started. "I'll be so good for you, Papi," she finished in Spanish.
She was playing dirty. He knew it but found himself pushing back into her. He hooked his arms under both of her legs. Paetyn pulled out before pushing back in, enjoying the moan she rewarded him with. The sounds of her moans always acted as payment, encouragement for him to elicit more.
"I'm going to hold you to that, Angel." Another slow stroke. He was in no hurry. "I'm going to fuck you like this all night." Two slow strokes were rewarded with the aphrodisiac sound of her moans. "You'll come only when I let you." A slow stroke, with a quick punctuation of his hips at the last minute.
"Fuck, Paetyn!"
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, I understand."
He pressed his lips to hers in a slow kiss that mimicked his slow thrust. Paetyn wanted to steal the air from her lungs. Take her breath away and replace it with himself.
"What's your temperature?" he questioned against them.
"Warm."
He rolled his hips and fucked into her. He'd keep her there a while before giving her more.
19
Erin had just finished putting her shoes on when there was a knock on her door. She knew it was Cruz coming to pick her up. Paetyn had left a few hours earlier after running her a bath, making her breakfast, and being sweet enough to change her sheets for her. He hadn’t been playing with her the night before. She was exhausted, but after filling her stomach with a cup of coffee, breakfast, and an energy drink half an hour ago, she felt more energized.
Opening her door for Cruz, she found him in black jeans, a dark gray V-neck t-shirt, and matching Jordans. She didn’t think she’d ever get over that her men looked good in anything they wore. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
“You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you. Come in. I need to grab my bag, and we can go.”
Erin entered her bedroom, opened the closet, and removed the backpack she needed for their date. She transferred her wallet into its front pocket, placed her phone inside, grabbed the blanket folded at the end of her bed, and returned to the living room. He was sitting on her couch, on his phone, when she walked in.
“I’m ready,” Erin announced, and he stood, placed his phone in his back pocket, and reached out to take the bag and blanket from her. “I’ve got it.”
“Give them to me,” he stated, and Erin decided to choose her battles since she was sure there would be at least one more later in the day.
She handed them over, and they exited her apartment. Cruz led her to his car once she locked her front door and set the alarm. He opened the door for her, and Erin slid into the passenger seat. Her backpack and blanket were placed in the backseat behind her before he went around and got behind the wheel. Cruz leaned over and put her seatbelt on her before starting the car.
Erin was still shocked now and then by all the sweet, thoughtful gestures she received while dating them. She’d like to think it came with age and maturity since she hadn’t dated many men older than her until them. However, age did not always dictate maturity, which meant she’d just been dating the wrong men.
