Page 81 of Paradox
“Because I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you through the window. I need you to make me feel good—just like you promised. So then you can use me as hard as you want without having to worry.”
“My god, you’re perfect,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me again. “Now, look at me, okay?” I nod just enough that he knows I heard him. “Don’t you dare take your eyes off me.”
I nod bigger this time, and the pressure against me grows stronger until—"Holy shit!” —he’s back inside me; his finger as deep as it will go.
My eyelids are so heavy they’re almost closed, but I don’t disobey my orders to keep looking.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.”
Eden’s kissing me again.
Each time he slides his finger out to the first knuckle, he hooks it against the inside of my rim like he’s trying to stretch me.
“It’s surprising how good this feels, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh… But… how d'you?”
“I told you my ex was a freak.”
“I didn’t think you meant…” Forming every sentence is like torture, and as soon as I’ve said enough, I give up.
“I fucked her in the ass… And I let her fuck me.”
“Holy shit,” I exhale like all the air is being punched out of me.
“You’re thinking about fucking me, aren’t you?”
In all honesty, the concept had never entered my mind until this very second. “I’d um… I’d like to know how it feels, but…” I hang my head, suddenly bashful despite all we’ve done so far.
Eden pushes my face back up with his nose. “Tell me, Little One.”
“I don’t want… I don’t think I ever wanna be in control.”
“We’re only in this position because you wanted it.”
“But I’m still in your hands. I don’t want to have to think. I just wanna feel good, and know you feel good because of me.”
“So what happens if I just wanna lie back and watch you impale yourself on my cock?”
“Then you need to tell me to do it. Demand me to. Threaten me with a beating if I don’t.”
“Were you made just for me?”
I wrap my arms even tighter around his neck. “I think so.”
“I think so, too.” He laps at my lips, kisses me softly, then completely pulls out of me so I scowl at him. “Mmm. I like Jintae the brat.”
“And I like Daddy Eden.”
“Uh–uh. There’ll be none of that.”
“Why not?”
“Because with our age gap, it makes me feel… gross.”
“But calling me Little One doesn’t?”
He smacks my backside. “That’s right.”
