Page 113 of Paradox
“I wanna make you come, too.”
He shoves two fingers of his spitty hand into my ass, and I have to grab his head to stop my legs from buckling. It stings, but then the friction and stretch are everything.
I steady myself with my forearms on the window pane, and press my face into the crook of my elbow when he wraps his lips back around my shaft.
With his fingers still inside me, Eden grabs my hip with his other hand and forces me forward until my balls hit his chin.
“Eden, please. No more. I can’t take it.’
He uses strength to overpower me.
I slam against his throat.
It contracts.
I cry out.
He holds.
I take a deep breath, and he does it again.
“Fuck,fuck!Okay—okay—okay.” I grab another handful of his hair. “Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
He draws back until the head of my cock has settled on his bottom lip, then both of his hands find their way to the back of my calves. “I need you to fuck my face, then come all over me.”
My stomach jumps and my heart feels like it’s going to burst through my ribcage. “Really? I’m not gonna last.”
With a glare of pure sin, he says, "Practice for next time,” then tilts his head up and opens his mouth.
His long, wind-matted hair falls back.
I hunch over and tell him, "I hate that fucking spider,” and thrust into his mouth.
Eden’s eyes roll back at the exact second I hit his tongue.
The sounds of gurgling and skin slapping fill the cabin.
This is the most powerful I’ve ever felt in my life, and I’m at odds with it. I was the one meant to be giving him a gift. But—god fucking damnit—it feels good to be railing the face of my bully; seeing him gag and splutter with no chance to catch hisbreath. To be jamming my dick so hard against the back of his throat that his lips are swollen red and his eyes are watering.
But I can’t fight it off any more.
I rip my dick out of his mouth, and strings of spit settle on his chin and chest.
I pump wildly.
I try to keep my eyes open, but it’s too intense.
Like a surge of electricity racing towards my fist, bliss shoots through me and straight down the middle of Eden’s face.
He whines, deep in the back of his throat.
He sounds so pathetic as I continue painting his face with my cum while he stares up at me with a satisfied look and a huge wet patch on the front of his underwear.
I don’t know what makes me do it, but when I let go of myself, I drag my hand the whole way down his face. “Damn… Why do you look so good like that?”
He whines again, and I see his dick jump.
He licks his lips and pulls himself out.
