Page 60 of Paradox
While cupping both breasts, he begins to suck at the base of my neck. I reach up and grab his hair, needing something to hold on to.
“That means… these… are mine,” he continues. One hand massages my breast as the other slides down my stomach, and into my panties. “This,” he growls as he finds my clit. “Ismine.”
“Yes… yours,” I groan. Leaning in closer, I grind on his erection as he circles my clit. “Gage, please….”
He pinches my nipple, rubbing my clit in fast, tight circles. I moan, desperately needing him inside me. I need to finally feel what it’s like to have him completely.
“You’re going to come on my fingers first. Then, you’re going to come on my tongue.”
“Oh God….”
“Then, after I make you beg for my dick, I’m going to slide it inside this tight pussy of yours and make you come all over it.”
“Yes. Oh God, yes!” I scream as my body convulses. My knees buckle, and he slides his free hand around my stomach, holding me up. He doesn’t let up, tormenting my clit even after I’ve stopped shaking.
“Gage….”
Turning me around, he gently pushes me on the bed and stares at me. His gaze burns a trail down my body. He hooks his fingers into my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs. Now, I’m left in my birthday gifts. I still can’t believe it. I’m officially his woman… his old lady. And he claimed me before we even made love. I’m his, and goddammit, he’s mine.
As he leans forward, I wrap my arms around his neck. His kiss is wrought with desire and possession. He claimed me with his patch, now he’s going to claim me with his body. I can’t fucking wait. Reaching down, I grip his dick through his boxers. He groans, pressing it into my hand, urging me on.
“Fuck, babe,” he mumbles against my lips.
He kisses down my neck, licking my skin as he goes. A warm breath expelled on my nipple makes me writhe beneath him. I’ll be begging sooner than he thinks. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
“Gage!” I cry out when he bites into it.
“Again,” he growls, sinking his teeth into it once more.
“Gage!”
He moves to the other, relentlessly sucking and licking. My back arches as his hand glides down, sliding between my lips. When he nudges my legs farther apart, I move up to my elbows, watching as his head descends. He falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around my thighs as he licks his lips. He keeps our gazes locked, leans forward, and licks my clit. My head falls back and I whimper, marveling at the new sensation.
“Look at me,” he commands.
Swallowing hard, I lift my head and watch as he slides his tongue between my lips. My thighs tremble. My stomach muscles lock up.
“You taste better than I imagined.”
He flails his tongue against my clit, and then pulls it into his mouth, sucking on my already sensitive flesh.
“Oh God!”
I thread my fingers through his hair, grabbing and pulling a handful. I don’t know how to deal with the pleasure coursing through my body, yet he intensifies it, sliding a finger inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans when I clench around it. “So wet…” He flicks his tongue on my clit as he begins to move his finger in and out. “So fucking tight.”
Slowly, he works another finger in. Whimpering, I try to force his head back down. He chuckles, pressing on my clit with the thumb of his free hand.
“You like my tongue, babe?”
“Fuck, yes!”
He chuckles again, slowly finger-fucking me.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Gage,” I plead. “Please, I want your tongue.” Leaning forward once more, he devotes his attention to my clit. He licks, swipes, sucks, and swirls, driving me to the breaking point.
