Page 65 of Her Paramedic
“You plan on torturing me?” she asked.
“Not right now, but I enjoy having you wrapped around my dick.”
“That means you plan to later.”
“I do.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “But you always enjoy it.”
“Can I get the two of you anything?” A voice broke into their bubble. Talia tensed slightly as Slate turned his attention to the server.
“I think we’re good,” he responded, pinching Talia’s clit. “Unless you want something, baby.”
“No,” she started, clearing her throat to cover a moan as Slate made his dick twitch in her. “We don’t need anything. Thank you.” The young woman gave them a smile before moving on. “You’re so mean,” Talia whined when they were alone. She gyrated her hips, grinding on his dick, and he moaned into her shoulder.
“You like me mean.”
She rolled her hips, lifting only minimally each time because they both knew more than that, and they just might draw attention. Currently, if anyone looked over, it would look like she was dancing on him. The roll of her hips was slow, teasing, and Slate fingered her clit in time with her actions. Talia tightened around him each time she ground down, and each time he’d add more pressure to her clit, drawing soft moans from her.
“What if someone’s watching us, baby?” he whispered in her ear. “What if they know my dick is lost in heaven right now? That your pretty little pussy is gripping it?”
“Slate,” she whined. The soft sound filtered around them.
He increased the speed of his finger. “If they were, would you stop? Would you want me to stop?” Another soft whine and he could feel her get even wetter. “I don’t think you would.” He nipped at her earlobe. “I think you’d enjoy them seeing how well you take my dick. How you’re always such a good fucking girl for me.”
“Please,” Talia moaned.
Slate didn’t need her to elaborate. He felt her pulsing around his dick, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make her say it.
“Please, what, Talia? Tell me.”
“Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.”
“Then cum for me.”
It didn’t take long before she was cumming, pussy tightening around him as she fell still, legs shaking as he continued to play with her clit through her orgasm. When it subsided, Slate kissed the back of her neck.
“Good girl.” He pinched her clit, pulling a gasp from her. “Now, give me another one.”
“Baby,” Talia whined. Her hand wrapped around his wrist between her legs.
He removed his hand. As fun as it would be to make her overly sensitive right there, he could save that for when they made it back to her house, but she was still going to cum for him again. His dick twitched inside of her.
“Get to work,” he demanded.
“You’re enjoying this,” she teased as she started the slow gyration of her hips again.
“Don’t act like you aren’t.”
They continued on like that, and at some point, Slate began to play with her clit again. He’d made her cum twice, and sometime later, when several songs had passed, one bleeding into another, and he was pushing her towards her third orgasm, he felt his building. His hips followed the motion of hers, pushing up as deep as he could without drawing too much attention to them.
He reached forward to grab the napkins on the table, but Talia caught his hand and laced their fingers together.
“Wait, baby,” he tried because he was so damn close to cumming.
She looked over her shoulder at him, pleasure prevalent in those gorgeous eyes. “Cum with me. Cum in me.”
It wasn’t a question. She wasn’t asking him, and when she tightened around him, Slate knew she was intent on getting what she wanted, and who was he to tell her no?
“Let me feel it,” she told him.
