Page 42 of Her Paramedic
Talia didn’t miss the way his eyes rose from her release to lock with hers, and if it were possible, she would have sworn his irises were nonexistent with the way his pupils had dilated. The promises those eyes spoke when he was aroused were one thing, but she could see he was just as excited as he was turned on, and it terrified her in the best way.
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Slate added pressure to Talia’s stomach as he fucked her, his thumb circling her clit, and he could feel the way her walls hugged him, mimicked breathing around him, and knew she was on the verge of her next orgasm, that she was going to give him exactly what he wanted. She’d told him to take her moans, her sounds, and then asked him to take her orgasms too. He’d takeanything she wanted him to, and right now, he wanted her to soak his bed. He wanted it to settle so deep into the mattress that it would take more than hours to dry.
The way she’d flooded his dick the first time she came had him wanting that times ten, and he was determined to get it. She was so fucking wet that he was tempted to pull out and check if the condom broke because it felt like he wasn’t wearing one. If it weren’t for the reminder of the package shimmering in the bed's corner, he would wonder if he remembered to put it on.
Her legs shook, and he knew she was close, knew it was right there for the taking, and he was going to rip it from her. He angled his hips, added more pressure to her stomach, and he felt it.
“Slate, baby, wai—please, please, please. Fuck!”
Slate pulled his dick from her, his eyes dropping to that pretty pussy, and watched as she squirted for him. Each stream hit his lower abdomen, bathing his dick. Talia’s leg shook over his arm on the bed as his eyes went to the delightful mess she’d made on him.
The sight of him drenched in her juices caused a stirring in his dick as if it could get any harder than it already was, and an intrinsic need to have her come like that for him again, to use it as a claim to her, of her, and to do so in every position he put her in, rose.
His eyes locked with hers, and he didn’t miss hers widening or the hitched breath she took. Slate wondered if she could see what he was thinking, every filthy thing he planned on doing to her. He smacked his dick against her clit, and when she gasped and tried to pull away, he yanked her back.
“Aht aht aht. No running, baby.” He did it again, pulling another gasp from her as her stomach dipped.
“Baby,” she whined, and fuck if that wasn’t becoming his favorite sound. “Your pussy is sensitive.”
There was something about hearing her tell him her pussy belonged to him without him asking that inflated his ego, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Slate liked to make sure he always had the upper hand in the bedroom as he pleased his partners, and while she let him, she also gave as good as she got.
“I’m sure this sweet little pussy could take more,” he responded, running his dick along it.
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. He pulled his arm from under her leg and flipped her over, repositioning the pillow under her stomach.
“Especially since you’re going to cum for me again,” he told her, sinking deep into her pussy.
Slate threw his head back as she engulfed him, welcoming him into Eden. He stayed there momentarily, enjoying her warmth around him, the sheer amount of wetness that bathed his dick. Then he was pulling out, snapping his hips, pushing back in. Their moans mingled as they voiced their pleasure.
He chose his pace, watching those lush cheeks bounce with each of his thrusts, and he couldn’t stop himself from gripping them, using them as leverage as he fucked into her. She moaned for him like sweet music, and he was tempted to record it, listen to it between calls at work, when he hadn’t seen her in a while.
Talia got up on her hands, and he smacked one of her ass cheeks, watching as it jiggled from the impact, and she gasped.
“Get off your hands,” he demanded. She did as he said, cheek resting against the bed, back arched perfectly to take his dick. “Give them to me,” he requested. She placed her hands behind her back, and he took one in his, the other still firm on her ass cheek. He put his wrist in her other hand. “Grab my wrist, and don’t you fucking let go,” he instructed.
No sooner than she had, Slate picked up the pace of his thrusts, using his grip on her ass, on her hand, hers on his wrist to pull her back into each thrust. He pushed as deep as he couldeach time, wanting her to feel every inch, memorize every facet of his dick. He wanted to shape her pussy to it and wanted it only to recognize him.
The way she gripped him, squeezed around him after several long minutes, he knew she was on the verge of cumming. Releasing her ass, he slid his hand between them and circled her sensitive clit with his middle finger. He angled his hips to abuse her G-spot, and it wasn’t long before she was cumming as he pulled his dick from her.
This time, her release ran down her leg, not as intense as the first time, and while he had gotten what he wanted, he would take another one from her, more intense than the first one she’d given him. She shook through her orgasm, and Slate knew he wasn’t helping matters as he slid his dick along her pussy.
“Such a good girl,” he praised. “Letting me take what I want.” He leaned over and nipped her shoulder. “But we aren’t finished yet. I want at least one more,” he whispered in her ear.
Slate released her hand, and only then did she let his wrist go. He pulled the pillow from under her and tossed it out of the way. He turned her onto her side and got behind her, hiking her leg over his arm, and he slid back into her.
It felt like his dick was drowning, and he never wanted to pull out, to leave her sweet cavern of warmth, but he wanted her to cum for him again, wanted her to rain like a hurricane on his dick, and he was admittedly a little impatient to get it.
That was what had him snapping his hips and pushing back into her as fast as he’d pulled out. His pace mirrored his previous one. It was fast, deep, as he knocked hitched breaths from her. Her legs still shivered, and he wasn’t surprised she was sensitive from the treatment he’d put her through, from the number of times he’d made her cum.
“Baby, please,” she whimpered.
“Please, what, baby?” he asked.
“I don’t think I can take anymore.”
“Yes, you can. I want my pussy to cum for me again.”
