Page 139 of Paradox
“That’s what I thought.” Eden rubs his middle finger in circles around my rim. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, please,” I whine like a little bitch.
“Pathetic,” he whispers with a smug grin pressed against my neck. And that’s when I realize he isn’t even holding me in place anymore.
I crane my neck to look back at him, and he steals my lips.
The kiss is filthy, like we could eat each other's flesh right off the bone. And when I break away to catch my breath, Eden shoves the middle three fingers of his other hand straight into my mouth.
The gag is instant, and he holds the back of my head so I can’t move.
I brace myself against the tree, but he pins me in place with his body.
He forces the waistband of my sweats down to bare my ass.
The roughness of his old jeans scrapes against me as he takes what little pleasure he can from dry humping me.
He holds my upper body in place with his forearm wedged between my shoulders and tears his fingers from my mouth.
Even if I wanted to hold the moan in, I couldn’t, because the way he effortlessly swipes up from the bottom of my ass crack and buries the tip of all three fingers inside me… I feel like the biggest, dirtiest whore in the entire world. And I fucking love it.
“Your moans have always sounded prettier when there’s something in your ass.”
His words make me gasp for breath, and that’s when he pushes in deeper.
“I’ve been in you so often lately I barely have to prepare you.”
He draws back until I feel him almost slip free, then he spreads his fingers apart. Rough. Way too quickly.
My nails claw at the bark.
This is that fine line between pleasure and agony.
And just when I’m about to scream, he brings them back together and buries them as deep as he can.
I still cry out, but now I’m begging for more as Eden forces his forehead against my temple.
“What about me?” he asks, and pries one of my arms behind my back. “Feel how hard I am. And you haven’t even tried to touch me.”
“I… I’m… s–sorry,” I mumble as he unfairly assaults my insides.
“Are you really?”
Not at all.“Yes.”
“Dirty little liar.”
“I’m not.”I am.
“You’re humping a tree.”
“I… It’s…”
“Spit it out, Little One.”
“It’s just that I want you so bad.”
“You’re lucky the feeling’s mutual.”
