Page 142 of Paradox
Propping himself up on his elbows, he raises his knees, and spreads his legs.
Bringing one hand to his mouth, I watch him choke on his fingers—a possessive rage bubbling in my chest. Withdrawinghis hand, Jin reaches between his legs, and I snap. “Don’t you fucking dare!” I yell at him, and before either of us know it, I’m pinning that hand to the rug and forcing his head to the ground with my forehead. “You know that’smyhole.”
A shaky breath, full of lust, peppers against my skin as he brings his fingers to my lips. “And this one is mine?”
“Goddammit, Jin. Every single part of me is yours.”
His eyes flutter closed, and his head writhes back exposing his throat.
Pressing down firmly against his sternum, I push my palm up until I’m grasping his neck.
His hips buck up, but there’s nothing there. I’m still too high above him.
“Let me hear you beg.”
“Please,” he whimpers as I lick his jaw.
“You’ll have to do better than that.” I start slowly dragging my hand back down his chest to his stomach—his muscles contracting on repeat from pure desperation. “I want you to use that smart mouth of yours to tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
His legs squirm beneath me, his heels digging at the rug as his free hand reaches for anything to grab onto. “I… I…”
“Look at me.”
His eyes snap open, and the momentary lapse in his resolve is gone—like it was never there to begin with. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
My lips contort into a proud, yet domineering, smirk as I kneel up over him.
He’s a wanton mess on the floor—his nails hopelessly clawing at his flesh so he doesn’t touch his own leaking dick.
Shuffling backwards, I grab the bottle of lube I left by the door then pull my jeans towards me and dive into their back pocket.
It’s disgusting how hot the moan is that leaves his tight little throat when I pull the condom out, because I love when he's submissive. I love when he pleads and begs. And, goddamnit, I love being his whore, too.
His eyes are trained on my every movement as I tear the wrapper open with my teeth and spit the waste to the side.
Straight between his legs, I coat his ass with the lube.
His neck arches and I can’t help nipping and sucking on the veins that bulge out.
“P–please, Eden. Stop teasing me,” he begs, but I keep taunting him each time I pass over his center with just a little more pressure. Every frustrated emotion tugs at his features, one after the other, until finally— “More!”
I snicker in his ear, "I’ve only got one finger in.”
“I said, I need more.”
“Fuck,” I sigh and bury my forehead into his chest because I don’t want him to see how utterly whipped I am for him.
I slip two more fingers in.
He’s ready.
I’m ready.
I’m about to fuck the only person I ever fell in love with first.
I’ve changed so much at the hands of Jeon Jintae, that I barely recognize myself.
Pulling out, I rub the excess lube over the head of my dick. “Are you—”
