Page 40 of Her Paramedic
“Very,” she responded, sitting up. She grabbed the towel he’d tossed aside and wiped her face. “You know, I prefer to focus on you fucking my throat than you playing with my sensitive clit.”
Slate smirked. “You’re selling yourself short, gorgeous. I’m positive you could focus on both.”
“You are intent on torturing me, huh?” Talia playfully questioned.
“Yes, and you’re going to let me.”
It wasn’t a question, but he knew it wouldn’t offend her either, and by the hitch of her breath and the darkening of those honey eyes, he knew the thought of it turned her on as much as it did him. He didn’t think it would be too far off to say she would let him do whatever he wanted to her; as long as he made her feel good, she’d enjoy it.
He grabbed a pillow from the bed and dropped it onto the floor before pulling her off it. He ran his tongue over her lips before kissing her. Her hands clutched onto his biceps, at him immediately dominating the kiss, and she followed. Tongue pliant to the dictation of his.
“On your knees,” he instructed when they pulled apart.
Talia did as she was told, dropping to her knees onto the pillow, and she looked up at him. Separate sides of him were warring at the sight. The first reprimanded him for allowing her that way when he could have easily gotten what he wanted while she was on the bed. But the other part, that feral part that was winning, enjoyed seeing her there, ready to please him. It was a primal need that surged through his entire body.
He aimed his dick at her lips, his other hand going to those curls, and he pulled her down his shaft until her lips touched his hips and held her there for several long seconds. Slate determined right then, if it were possible, he’d live down her throat.
Her eyes stayed on him the entire time, and he slowly pulled out, leaving only the head of his dick in her mouth before thrusting back in. His other hand joined the first in her hair, and he gripped it, using it to pull her down onto his dick on each inward thrust.
Their moans filled the room as he used her throat for his pleasure. One of her hands massaged his balls, and it only took Slate a few seconds to realize she had slipped a finger of her other hand inside her.
“Remove it,” he demanded. Talia let out a noise around his dick that he could only describe as a mournful plea. “Now,” he commanded.
He gave her a second, the look in her eyes nothing short of a challenge as she continued to fuck herself with her finger. Slate chuckled, a dark sound even to his ears, so he was not surprisedwhen her eyes widened. He removed his dick from her mouth. His hand still in her hair, he walked a few steps to the wall next to the bedside table, and she had no choice but to follow him.
Slate placed her back against the wall, took both her wrists in one hand, and pinned them to the wall above her head.
“Baby, I—”
He cut her off, sliding his dick back into her mouth. “I’m starting to think you enjoy riling me up,” he stated, fucking her mouth. He placed his free hand behind her head to keep her from hitting it against the wall. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed trying to make me lose control.” Talia hummed around his dick, pulling a moan from him. “Wouldn’t it be easier to ask for what you want, baby? You know I’d give it to you.” He smirked at her. “Well, eventually.”
The tightness of her throat squeezed him, and Slate felt his balls tighten. He leaned his forehead against the wall, pushing deep down her throat with each thrust that carried him closer to release, and right before he came, he pulled back, only the head remaining between her lips.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, releasing the first two spurts in her mouth before pulling out and cumming on her face. He hadn’t been joking about making her pretty face a mess.
When the final rope of cum left him, Slate ran the head of his dick along her lips before releasing her wrists, stepping back, and taking her in. Committing to memory how enticing she looked. He watched her use her finger to gather some cum from one of her cheeks, sucking it into her mouth. His dick, which had only flagged slightly, stood back at attention.
He picked her up, putting her on the bed, and she grabbed the towel, cleaning the rest from her face as he stroked his dick while he grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer. In retrospect, he’d already slid into her without one. Something he probably shouldn’t have done, but he’d wear them until they discussed it.
Slate opened the package and slid the condom down his dick. He joined her on the bed, pulling her ankle before placing that leg over his shoulder, and pushed in, stopping only when he bottomed out and they both moaned. Even through the condom, he could feel how wet she was, her pussy resembling a waterfall.
Fuck what he said before. He’d live in her pussy and vacation in her throat.
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The slide of Slate’s dick had Talia arching off the bed and a moan slipping past her lips, mingling with his as he gave her every inch. Were it possible, she would have sworn she felt it in her stomach. The first time he’d slid inside of her had been a surprise she hadn’t been expecting, and it ended as fast as it began. Now, she could take in the feel of him, how he stretched her, how she gripped him.
Slate gave her soft kisses as she adjusted. His hand slid between them. His finger brushed over her clit before she reached down and gripped his wrist, whining against his lips, and the resulting chuckle had her pouting.
“Be nice,” she said.
“I am being nice.” He nipped her lip. “Besides, I already told you I planned on torturing you.” He pulled out, jutted his hips, and pushed back in, knocking a gasp from her lips. “You also told me to take the moans I wanted from you.” Another deep stroke had Talia moaning, her grip on his wrist tightening. “And I’m going to take every fucking sound you make.”
She believed him. Hell, he could tell her anything at that moment, and she’d believe him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this wet, this turned on by her partner. Not that she hadn’t had some good ones because she was honest,if nothing else, but they hadn’t been this good. They didn’t pull responses from her the way Slate did. She’d never been submissive in the bedroom with them. Whether consciously or subconsciously.
All she wanted to do now was let him have his way with her because she knew she’d enjoy every minute, knew that her pleasure would stay at the forefront of his mind. She didn’t give a damn if he used her as long as she enjoyed it, and so far, she was far from disappointed.
He placed her other leg over his shoulder as she released his wrist and leaned forward, her knees grazing her shoulders as he fucked her, pushing deep each time he entered her. The slide of his dick against her G-spot was honeyed torture, compounded by the look in his eyes.
