Page 25 of Paradise

My legs shake, and when I feel his cock start to swell inside me, my release tumbles into another, making me cry and whimper into the cushion under my face.

His thrusts are erratic and ruthless, pounding against me so hard through his own orgasm that I can hear our skin slapping together over the sounds of my moans.

He rides out the rest of his climax, and when my body goes boneless on the sofa, he thrusts his fingers in my ass a few more times. “I’m going to fuck you here before we leave Hawaii.”

I groan, my muscles clenching around him one last time before he pulls his dick from inside me. Sliding his fingers out slowly, he drops down onto my back and kisses along my spine, then licks over my ass and through my ass crack to my pussy. Thrusting his tongue into me, he tastes both of our releases.

Pulling back, he runs his hands along my skin until he reaches my hands, helping me into a standing position.

He sits me down on the arm of the sofa and kisses me, dragging his fingers down my chest and stomach before he reaches between my legs and slips a clean finger inside of me. Pulling back, he breathes against my lips. “I love feeling my cum inside of you.”

“I know you do,” I whisper, spreading my legs for him.

He thrusts his finger inside of me, curling upwards and pulling back. I start breathing heavily again, and when he pulls his finger from inside me, he presses it against my lips.

“Open.”

I spread my lips for him, letting him slide his finger against my tongue until his knuckle hits my teeth. Suctioning around him, I savor the sweet and salty taste of our mixed releases. He pulls his finger out slowly, letting me lick around the digit.

Groaning, his finger pops from my lips, and he smashes his lips against mine, licking around my mouth to taste for himself.

When he pulls back, I’m breathless again, and he’s flushed with pleasure.

“My filthy fucking girl,” he growls against my lips.

nine

CARSON

Four days later, I’m woken up by a pounding on our hotel room door.

Logan groans as I roll her off of my chest to answer it, and when I pull open the door, Hayden is standing there grinning.

“Daddy’s here.” He smirks, the unlit cigarette between his lips bobbing with the motion of his words.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Stop fucking call yourselfdaddywhen you talk to me.”

He pats me on the chest, pushing past me and into my room, his suitcase rolling behind him. “You’re allowed to be comfortable enough with your sexuality to accept the fact I’m a daddy.”

I close the door quietly, then walk after him. “Be quiet. Logan’s asleep.”

He ignores me, dropping the hold he has on his suitcase and launching toward the bed, jumping straight on top of Logan’s sleeping body.

She yells, flailing her arms around to get him off when he starts chanting her name in her face.

“Hayden!” she yells, and I can’t tell if she’s pissed or excited.

“Wake up, Lo.” He shakes her, moving off of her so she can sit up. “Need to drink.”

Logan sits up, rubbing her sleepy eyes. “I thought you weren’t getting here for another couple days?”

I drop down on the bed next to her, draping the blanket over my lap again. “What happened?”

“Nothin’.” Hayden waves us off, looking out the balcony doors. “Someone call Levi. We’re gonna party.”

I glance at the clock. “It’s 3am… we were sleeping.”

Hayden shoots his gaze to me, and I see something twinkle in his eyes that makes me do a double take. There’s something behind this cheerful exterior that’s hurting him, and he needs us right now. Logan sees it too, and she looks at me as if to saycall Levi.

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