Page 83 of Paradox
“You asked for it.”
“I know, it’s just… Why does it feel so good?”
The look of pride on his face makes my dick twitch between us. “I haven’t even got there yet.”
There’s no pulling back this time.
There’s scooping, and digging and—“FUCK!”
“That’s right.” His face matches mine as he flicks the same spot.
“Oh, god! Eden… Oh, god,” I pant like a damn mess.
“Hold onto my shoulders and loosen your legs.”
I do the best I can to cling to him, but my coherence is fading.
There’s a heaviness against my chest as Eden holds me still, then I feel his body slide down against mine.
Then he rises again—rubbing his abs against the underside of my shaft.
“Keep looking at me.”
It’s so much harder now.
So many overwhelming things are pulling me in every direction.
New.
Mind altering.
The hair not stuck to Eden's sweaty skin moves with my breath.
I can see his tattoo. That stupid black widow.
When did it become sexy?
His fingers are so deep—playing me like a fool.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I babble, totally dumb.
“You close?”
I can’t answer. I’m barely even holding on to him anymore. And that's when he stops flicking, and presses, like I’m an elevator button and the damn thing won’t come fast enough.
“Yes!” I cry out, my voice rumbling from within with no intention behind it.
All reflex.
All instinct.
All consuming.
He presses, and presses, and presses, until—
“Ah–fuck!I’m coming!”
“From here?” he asks quickly, and flicks inside me. When I nod, he tears his fingers out and takes a step away from the wall. With only my shoulders leaning back against it and my cum smeared between us, Eden wraps his hand around my cock and starts pumping.
