Page 192 of Paradox
With a cheeky, pompous chuckle, he plants his hand against the base of my neck. “Yes, Jin. I was being serious. I do want to marry you. One day. When you’re ready.”
Leaning to my right, I dive between the couch cushions to retrieve one of the many hidden bottles of lube we have stashed around the cabin. After pushing it against Eden's chest, I stand up, and remove my sweatpants.
The lid of the lube clicks back into place, and his glistening hand waits tentatively against his thigh.
I straddle him again, my palms resting against his tattooed pecs as he reaches between my legs.
His first two fingers press inside me with ease, and after only a few pumps a third is added.
"I told you that by the time spring came you'd be totally fucked."
"It's only because you broke me."
"You begged me for it."
"And you did such a good job." Rolling my hips, I push back against Eden's fingers and smirk. "You know I was ready before we started."
My hands leave his chest and I grope my ass cheeks, pulling them apart.
Eden growls and withdraws his fingers. The head of his pre-slickened cock is pushing against my hole a second later.
"I fucking love how desperate you always are for me," he grits through clenched teeth as his crown sinks past my rim.
My body tenses, and his hands drop to my thighs.
I release my ass, and his eyes roll.
I lean forward, all the weight of my upper body bearing down on Eden's neck as I push against his windpipe with my palms and wrap my fingers tight.
He pulses as I sink onto him; torturously slow, feeling every single inch until I'm as full as I can take him in this position. It's still not easy, but it helps that we start most days with him pounding me into the mattress.
With our eyes locked, I pull up just to sink back down; my body soon rolling in a smooth rhythm from chest to hips.
Eden grips my thighs as he struggles to hold his position.
He wants to move. He always does when I'm on top. But it's all part of the game.
He likes this too much—being used by me. Like he's just a lump of flesh for me to fuck.
I deny him of my eyes and let my head fall back, and I swear I feel him grow inside of me.
This is the kind of tortured bliss he craves.
My neck is bare to him; my jaw sharp and my veins straining against my skin.
He growls so low and deep I feel it radiate through me.
My dick lightly smacks his stomach with each descent.
I can feel every tightening twitch of his muscles as he simmers just below breaking point—like a kettle about to boil.
"Fuck… So good," I moan, my head still back and bobbing loosely with each bounce. "This dick… It's so good."
His nails bite the skin of my thighs. "Who's dick is it?"
I smile up at the roof and answer; "My dick. Mine to use whenever I want." Knowing it will bite him back just as hard. And it works.
With the next roll of my hips Eden hammers up into me.
