Page 39 of Her Paramedic
“You feel so damn good, gorgeous.” He slowly pulled out. “I could fuck you right now.” He jutted his hips, pushing back in and pulling pleasured sensations from them. “I could have you cumming on my dick in a matter of minutes.” Another thrust. “But I did say you should have another taste of how sweet your pussy is.”
Slate pulled out and moved to sit beside her against the headboard, his dick covered in her juices. “Come taste.”
Talia moved between his legs; those honey eyes spoke the level of her arousal as they stayed locked to his. She leaned down and swirled her tongue around the head of his dick. Then took him into her mouth, taking his dick down until her lips touched his hips.
“Fuck, baby,” Slate moaned, cupping the side of her face.
He was no small man, and her taking him down her throat as easily as she had caused his balls to tighten. Some deity was smiling on him because his girlfriend had no gag reflex, and Slate was not ashamed to admit that he would exploit that fact to the fullest.
His hips lifted as if trying to push further, but he was only testing, confirming what he knew, and all he received for his efforts was a moan that vibrated through his dick. The arousing mischief in her eyes was hard to miss. She enjoyed that she’d taken him off guard, had kept her little secret, and surprised him with it. Which was one hell of a surprise.
Talia came off his dick slowly, and Slate moved his hand to grip her chin, running his thumb along her lower lip. “See how delicious you taste, baby?”
It wasn’t a question that needed an answer, because she had the best pussy he’d ever had the privilege of delving his tongue into. From his first taste, he’d become addicted. He’d craved itafter the fact, and the only thing that kept him from indulging the few times they’d seen each other since was because he knew when he got her in his bed, had her how he did now, he’d be able to take his time. So, no. It didn’t need an answer, but he wanted her to give him one.
“Yes,” she responded before her tongue flicked against his tip.
His hand shifted to those natural curls, and he gripped them. “Then get every last drop,” he instructed, pulling her back down, and she obliged, opening her mouth, and took him back in.
The look in her eyes compounded the moan that escaped him as he slipped easily in. The confidence in them that said she knew she was pleasuring him, that he would never find someone else who could, to the extent she was. Slate didn’t want to, had no intention to.
Talia chose a steady rhythm, coming almost entirely off his dick each time before it was devoured by the divine feeling of her throat again. He let her have that control for a moment, his hand still in those curls.
“You’re such a fucking vision with my dick down your throat,” Slate praised, and she hummed around him, moaned, and the vibration coursed through the mentioned appendage.
His free hand went to her neck. He wanted to feel the bulge in her throat as she took him down each time, and after a few more minutes of her giving him head, his dick covered in her saliva, Slate wanted toseeit.
He pulled her off his dick, getting off the bed. He grabbed Talia, pulling a tiny gasp from her as he put her in the position he wanted her in, head hanging off the side of the bed. She took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking it briefly, and when she released it, he aimed his dick at those plump lips, and she took him back in.
Slate pushed his hips forward, eyes on her neck the entire time, watching as it bulged at the intrusion. It was such anarousing sight. He could admit it was one of his favorites that he seldom got to see. That would no longer be the case.
He chose the pace she had initially, fucking into the warm cavern as his dick stretched her throat with each thrust. He couldn’t decide which one he liked more, the warm, tight wetness of her pussy or her throat. Luckily for him, it wasn’t something he had to choose, and even if it were, he had all night to decide.
He pushed in and held himself there, cursing at the sensation as he waited to see how long she could hold him in, allow him to stay for his pleasure.
Slate wasn’t sure how long he had before pulling out, taking a step back to take her in. A string of saliva connected them, dropping to the floor and onto her cheek as it broke. His intentions had not been to make a mess of her, but seeing her like that, now he fucking wanted to.
“I’m going to make such a mess of this pretty face,” he informed her.
Talia reached for him. “Do it,” she replied, opening her mouth to take him back in.
The pace of his thrusts this time was quicker, fucking into her throat like he planned on doing her pussy. Speaking of which. Slate spread her legs and took in her glistening folds. She was just as wet as she had been while he was tasting her. Giving him head turned her on in the same way giving it to her did for him.
He brushed his thumb over her clit, and she moaned around his dick. It was such a welcoming sight, and even though he devoured her not too long ago, he couldn’t resist leaning over and swiping his tongue along her pussy. Deepening the taste he still had on his tongue. She was like a drug. One he had no intention of giving up, even if he thought he could. However, Slate knew he couldn’t. Even if they made a form of Narcan forcunnilingus overdose, he’d reject it every time. Overdose on the taste of her each chance he got.
Before he realized it, he was taking her clit between his lips, and she damn near bucked off the bed, one of her hands tapping his thigh; he released her clit and pulled his dick from her mouth.
“Baby,” she whined after catching her breath. “My clit is sensitive from you torturing me.”
Slate chuckled. “Is it?” he asked as he reached over and circled his thumb on her clit.
Talia gasped. “You know it is.” He hummed, pressing on her clit, and her legs shook. “Slate,” she begged, and it was such a delectable sound.
He circled it again, this time with more pressure than the first, and she reached down to grab his wrist. He looked down at her, and the pout on her lips was even adorable while she was upside down.
“Don’t be mean,” she stated.
He pinched her clit, and she gasped. “Am I being?”
