Page 111 of Paradox
My jaw cracks as I gape my mouth.
Eden swears again at the sight of my spit spilling out to drip off the end of my tongue and onto the head of my dick before flowing over my fist.
I watch him swallow thickly when I start pumping.
“You wish I was inside you right now, don’t you?”
I whisper, "Yes.”
“Imagine how good it’ll feel to be full to the brim with me while you jerk off.”
I moan, and Eden gropes my ass with both hands.
“I can’t wait to see you bouncing on my cock.”
The depth of Eden’s voice releases something within me, and I slap him.
“Do it again!” he commands. And I do.
Then I’m back around his throat with both hands.
“You're a natural, Little One.” He digs into the back of my sweats, forcing them further down my legs.
I jerk him forward to kiss me. “I want you inside me.”
“You’re a thirsty little whore tonight, aren’t you?”
“What do you expect, making me wait this long?”
He huffs against my lips and I breathe him in as his fingers creep towards my hole.
The middle fingers of each hand press against my rim, then tug at it—pulling me apart just enough that I lose my mind.
My arms straighten, forcing his head against the couch where he snickers at me, “You’re so easy to please.” So I scoop my thumbs upward until they're stabbing beneath his jaw making him sneer as he says, "Take me out, too.”
My head drops to look at the sight of my cock against the vibrancy of his skin.
I clench around nothing, tugging at Eden’s fingers.
I whisper, "No,” but it booms in the silence.
With no warning, Eden drives both middle fingers inside me, and I scream as my body folds in on itself.
Gritting my teeth, I push back against his fingers. “More.”
I let out a pathetic whine when he pulls out.
My hands slip from around his neck.
He gropes my ass and stares at me—his eyes dark, and glassy.
“Stand the fuck up,” he growls, tugging me until I’m standing over him on the sofa.
Still glaring, he tears at my pants, pushing them as low as they will go.
Nails into my stomach, he scratches down and red marks instantly appear.
He grips my shaft, tight.
