Page 38 of Her Paramedic
“Slate,” she whimpered.
“Mm, I’m only doing what you asked me to, baby.” He kissed down her chest, tongue swirling over each nipple before he moved lower, settling between her legs. “You know where they go,” he stated, and she didn’t need to be told twice as she placed her legs over his shoulders, and his tongue slipped into her pussy.
Talia threw her head back as he worked his tongue in her. The slow up-and-down motion was deliberate, and she felt every stroke. She could feel the appendage brush her walls, touch and taste every part he could reach. He fucked her with it like he was on a mission to memorize the way her pussy felt around his tongue. And maybe he was. Because she damn sure wanted to memorize the way it felt inside her.
Slate circled her clit with his thumb as his tongue followed the same motion. The new sensation, the added pleasure, helpedwork her back up. Cause her orgasm to build again. She’d never been one to cum so easily, but he was hitting all the right spots, giving her the perfect stimulation. The way he manipulated her body towards pleasure should have dissertations written about it; he should teach a class on it because her stomach was soon tightening with the impending release.
“Yes, baby,” she moaned, her back arching. “Right there.”
Her orgasm bubbled and fizzed to the top, and right as she knew it would scale over, he removed his tongue, thumb left her clit, and Talia’s attention snapped down to him. The dark look of mischief in his eyes had her involuntarily whining.
“Slate.”
“I didn’t think I’d have to remind you to keep those pretty eyes on me, and it seems you’ve forgotten the consequences of not doing so.”
“Baby, wait—”
“The question now is,” he started, cutting her off. “How many times should I deny you what you want?” He kissed her clit. “Once?” He circled his tongue around it. “Twice?” He flicked his tongue against it. “Three times.”
“Slate, please,” she pleaded.
“Mm. Three times it is, then.”
“Wait. No, baby—”
“No?” he asked. “More than that?”
Talia pressed her lips momentarily. Sure that no matter how she answered, he would somehow spin it into her wanting him to deny her more orgasms when all she wanted to do was cum for him, as many times as he could make her. She contemplated for a split second and decided maybe she could get him to give her what she wanted by pushing him to the edge. She’d already established she was playing a dangerous game, tempting him. She might as well play it to the best of her abilities.
“I’ll watch,” she told him. She reached down and ran her thumb over his lower lip. “I’ll be such a good girl for you.”
He chuckled and placed a kiss on her pussy before those predatory eyes locked on hers. “I know you will. Three it is then.”
That was not the response Talia hoped for, but it wasn’t more, so she’d take it. Besides, she knew she would run like a river when she finally came.
She kept her eyes locked on his as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and the sensitivity of the bud caused her stomach to quiver. The stimulation was soft, and the pressure was light as he led with his tongue each time. Pushed it against her clit with the tiniest of touches before sucking it. He slipped two fingers into her, pulling a deep moan as he caressed her walls. The message was unmistakable. He might have said he’d only deny her three times, but he would take his time building her up. Talia got the message loud and clear.
“Slate!” Talia exclaimed sometime later.
She didn’t know how long he’d tortured her with pleasure, pushing her to three orgasms only to deny her of them before pushing her over the edge this final time. She’d been correct. It flowed from her like a running stream. Her pussy was wetter than ever, and she hadn’t known she could cum that much, release so much, and she hadn’t even squirted.
He moaned as he licked her clit. The vibration against it sent shivers through her before he dipped lower, and the sound of himsuckingup her release filled the room. That would have been telling if she hadn’t known how much she came—enough for him to take it in as if he were drinking from her fountain.
Her legs fell from his shoulders as he sat up, placing his thumb against her lips, and Talia took it into her mouth, sucked it briefly before he pressed down on her tongue, and she opened her mouth as a reflex. He shifted over her, his thumb leaving hermouth as he allowed her release to slip from between his lips to hers slowly.
His hand cupped the side of her neck, thumb pressing under her chin as he tipped her head back. The distance between their lips became almost nonexistent, and he spoke against them.
“Swallow,” he commanded.
Her pussy clenched at his tone, the command laced with an air of dominance that made her want to comply unquestioningly, and she swallowed. It was then that Talia realized she might have bitten off more than she could chew, and he was about to turn her ass out.
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Slate watched her swallow, throat bobbing under his hand before tracing her lips with his tongue. “See how good you taste, baby?” He kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth to prove a point he knew neither of them needed. She moaned against his lips, feeding his need to hear every sound she made. “I think you should have some more,” he finished when they pulled apart.
He removed his towel, which had somehow survived around his waist until that point. He took the base of his dick into his hand and ran the head along her slick pussy several times. Eliciting more moans from her as it passed over her clit. He lined himself up and slowly slid in.
The warmth of her pussy engulfed him, welcomed him home like he was meant to be there, and he damn near forgot his purpose as he moaned against her lips. She was tight like a glove, and when she gripped his biceps, a tortured moan floating fromher lips, he was sure she felt as stretched open on his dick as he felt suffocated by her pussy.
