Page 43 of Her Paramedic
“I don’t think I can give you another one,” she protested.
Slate slid his arm under her, gripped her neck, and tilted her head against his shoulder. “I never said anything about yougivingit to me.” He flicked his tongue against her earlobe. “I’m going to fucking take it,” he whispered in her ear, and she released a tantalizing noise between a moan, a keen, and a whimper. “Isn’t that what you asked me to do, baby?” She nodded, and he squeezed her neck. “Use your words.” He released his hold.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” Talia responded.
He continued to fuck her, occasionally flicking his tongue against her earlobe as he took those sweet moans from her.
Minutes ticked by, and he knew she was getting close to cumming. He released her neck, moved that hand down to her stomach, and added pressure. He moved his arm under her leg and rubbed her clit. Talia pushed back into him as if she was trying to get away from his finger, but it only pushed her deeper onto his dick. She seemed to realize it and reached to grab his wrist.
“Let go,” he demanded.
“Baby, please.”
“Talia, let my wrist go.”
The whimper she released as she let him go made him slow his thrusts. It differed from the others. This one told him she was overly sensitive, approaching overstimulation, and he wouldn’t continue if it were no longer enjoyable for her. However, before he could say anything, she spoke.
“No, baby, don’t stop.”
Slate placed his lips to her ear. “I thought you couldn’t handle it.”
“You said you were going to take it. Prove it,” she countered.
He chuckled, his hips going back to their original pace as he added more pressure to her stomach, strumming her clit faster.
“Yes, yes. Right there!” she exclaimed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“There it is. That’s it, baby. Take this dick.”
The scream she released a split second before he pulled his dick from her might have woken his neighbors, but Slate didn’t give a damn. He wanted her to scream, wanted the entire neighborhood to know that he was balls deep in her pussy.
He looked over her shoulder as she came, watching each spurt leave her, drenching her thigh and the bed. The sight alone had his balls tightening, and Slate flipped her onto her back, spread her legs, and slid back inside of her.
She gripped his biceps as he fucked her, eyes trained on his, and he could tell she was floating in bliss.
“You’re so pretty, all fucked out on my dick. So perfect. Such a good fucking girl,” he told her as he felt his orgasm budding. Three more thrusts had him pulling from her pussy. He ripped the condom off and hiked up the bottom of her baby doll as he stroked himself twice and came on her stomach.
“Shit,” tumbled from his lips.
Slate couldn’t remember the last time he came that much, and as he looked at the mess he’d made on her, he got the undeniable urge to use it as a primitive mark. He rubbed his dick along it, spreading it across her skin before he leaned down and gave her a soft kiss.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me how you feel.”
He’d meant everything he said to her before they started and while he fucked her, but he wanted to make sure she was okay, that he hadn’t overstepped or pushed her too far out of her comfort zone.
“I’m perfect, baby. Best Valentine’s Day ever.” She gave him the cutest smile, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Good to know,” he responded, now sure he’d have to do even better next year.
Slate went into the bathroom to clean them both up, then carried her into the guest room and laid her on the bed. He took her a bottle of water before returning to his bedroom and removing the sheets. He didn’t bother changing them, since he was sure the mattress was wet. He turned the lanterns and lights off before joining her in the guest room. When he did, he found her seconds away from falling asleep. He turned off the light and joined her in bed, pulling her into his chest. He would let her sleep for a few hours.
12
Slate stepped inside the building, holding a large crystal vase with three dozen red roses and two pastry boxes. He thanked the person leaving for holding the door for him and stopped at the front desk. The receptionist looked up at him with a raised brow before smiling.
“You’re going to make the rest of us jealous eventually,” Monique stated.
Slate chuckled. “Believe me, that isn’t my intention, but it is my intention that she always feels as special as she is.”
