Page 41 of Her Paramedic
Those eyes that spoke and had kept every promise they made. They held a look of possession, and she was more than willing to let him possess every inch of her. He could twist her like a pretzel for all she cared. She would take everything he wanted to give her.
Each of his thrusts was purposeful. He pulled out until only the head remained in and then snapped his hips, pushing moans from her lips. Her legs held hostage over his shoulders, between them, made it feel like he was touching the deepest parts of her pussy. Traversing a foreign land that no one had traveled to before.
Talia’s eyes fluttered on an arduous thrust as the sound of her moans echoed as if they were trapped in a chamber, and he raised a brow at her. She wasn’t sure whether it was a dare: him daring her to close her eyes as if she didn’t already know the consequences. Or a reminder: his reminder that she was supposed to keep her eyes locked on his.
She in no way wanted him to deny the orgasm that was simmering in her stomach. Talia wanted to feel it spill over. Shepulled him down into a kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth as their tastes mingled. The kiss was slow and soft, a direct contrast to the way he thrust into her, and her tongue soon became pliant under his as that simmering intensified.
Talia moaned as her pussy squeezed around him, and Slate answered it with one of his own as she gripped him.
“That’s it, gorgeous. I feel you.”
“Slate, baby, please,” she begged in a whining whimper. The more that tone of voice slipped from her, the more she recognized it as something only he could get out of her.
He ran his tongue along her lips. “Please, what? Use your words. Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want to cum. Please, make me cum. Take it from me.”
“Mm, you want me to take those, too?” he asked. When she nodded, he tsked. “Words,Talia.”
“Yes. Please.”
“What if I don’t want to? What if I want you to hold it?” he inquired, angling his hips on his next thrust and hitting her G-spot straight on.
“Fuck!” Talia exclaimed, her hands going to his biceps, nails subconsciously digging in. “Baby, please.” She gave him a soft kiss. “Don’t you want me to cum for you? Don’t you want tomakeyourpussy cum?”
She was becoming all too familiar with that sound he made—a mix of a deep rumble in his chest and pure, untamed desire. It was the sound she was sure predators made when they found the perfect prey, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
“Oh, it’s my pussy when you want me to let you cum?” he asked, challenged.
Talia ran her hands up his arms. “It’s always your pussy.”
“Such a perfect fucking answer.”
He gave her another deep thrust, dick abusing her G-spot, and the expletives she released would have been heard by everyperson in his house had they not been alone. It bounced off the walls and echoed in the space.
It didn’t take more than four thrusts, and that simmering in her stomach blossomed to a fever pitch, and she arched into him as she came, his name tumbling from her lips as her eyelids drooped, hooded from her pleasure. Talia hadn’t thought she could get any wetter than she already was, but the way her release rushed from her proved her wrong.
“Fuck, baby,” Slate groaned, pressing a kiss to her lips. “You’re beyond wet. Is all that for me?” he teased.
She nipped his lip. “Every single drop,” she breathed out as he continued to fuck her.
In honesty, she hadn’t expected him to stop, knew he would live up to his claim of wanting to torture her, and he’d been right. She would let him because she knew it would be incomparable to anything else she had ever felt, that he would torture her in all the best ways.
He removed her legs from his shoulders and sat up between them. There was no pause in his thrusts as the angle changed. Slate grabbed a pillow, slipped it under her lower half without missing a thrust, and Talia moaned deep in her throat at the slide of his dick.
“Let’s see if we can get you even wetter,” he stated.
He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to meet each thrust. The sound of their skin meeting mingled with their moans, and Talia brought her hands up to play with her nipples. The buds were sensitive, and she knew herself well enough to know they would aid in pushing her to her next orgasm faster.
She didn’t know how much time had passed with him giving her deep strokes when he gripped her chin. It could have been seconds or hours; Talia was lost in a bubble of pleasure, where insignificant things like time didn’t matter.
“You’re going to cum for me again,” he told her, his grip on her chin firm.
She wouldn’t have been able to deny him even if he had been giving her an option, which she knew he wasn’t, and she couldn’t care either way. Her next orgasm was already building, tunneling towards release.
He took her right leg over his forearm, that hand returning to her waist. His other hand rested on her lower stomach, and as he picked up the speed of his thrust, he pressed down on her stomach, thumb circling her clit. A deep gasp left her. The pressure on her stomach pushed at her G-spot while his dick treated it like something he was trying to conquer.
“Slate, baby, wai—please, please, please. Fuck!” She arched off the bed right as Slate pulled his dick from her, and her orgasm ripped from her. Shot from her in three spurts as she squirted, the majority hitting his lower abdomen.
