Page 49 of Paradox
“Fuck me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Don’t hold back.”
He begins to move, planting both hands on either side of my head. I spread my legs wider, giving him room to work.
“Fuck, Raven. Best pussy in the world.Mypussy.”
Moaning, I grab onto the headboard, the sound of it banging on the wall matching Gage’s strokes.
“Fuck.” He pulls out of me, resting his dick on my stomach. “Been too long, babe. I think I might embarrass myself.” He chuckles.
“You could never.”
His nostrils flare. Flipping me over, he positions me on my knees, ass in the air. He caresses a cheek and I know what’s coming next. He smacks it and the other in quick succession before spreading my legs to his liking. It’s his tongue I feel next, sliding between my lips. He smacks both cheeks simultaneously, pulling me down to his mouth.
“Gage….”
My thighs tremble, fingers curling into the pillow as I ride his face. He moves to my clit, licking until I think I might combust. Two fingers slip inside me, working in tandem with his lips and tongue. As amazing as this feels, I need his dick. It’s been too long since I’ve felt him inside me as I came.
He must be reading my mind because he kneels behind me again, pushing my T-shirt up. His palm slides down my back and I know he’s admiring the tattoo there—his ink, my announcement to the world that I belong to him, permanently engraved into my skin. To us, it says so much more than a ring or a legal document could. I remove the shirt, giving him a better view.
“Mine,” he mumbles, placing a gentle kiss on my back before sliding inside me once more.
He grips my hips with a force I’m sure will leave marks, grunting with each thrust. I contract my muscles, squeezing him tight as I meet each one. One hand skates over my skin to wrap around my neck, pulling me to him as he sits back on his heels.
“Ride me,” he rasps in my ear.
The hand on my neck tightens, the free one rubbing my clit. I slide back and forth, up, down, and around, trying to give him as much pleasure as he doles out. He groans, easing me off and back to the bed, face up.
“Need to see your eyes when you come.”
He reaches for my bra, but I shake my head to stop him. “Not unless you want a faceful of milk.”
His hands hover over my breasts as my kinky-as-fuck husband actually contemplates the prospect.
“No, Gage.” I giggle.
Smirking, he props my leg on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around my thigh and slamming inside me again. I know he won’t stop now, not until I come. It won’t be long because he’s hitting the spot that sets me off like a rocket. Unintelligible things start leaving my mouth, my moaning out of control.
“Oh God, Gage. Yes!” I scream when my body goes taut.
“Give it to me, Raven.”
“I’m… I’m coming.”
“Come.”
Oh, sweet Jesus on the cross.Thevoice.
Our eyes meet. Hold.
And then I erupt.
“Gage!”
“That’s it.”
