Page 3 of Paradise

His tongue flicks over my clit over and over, making me squeeze my eyes together. “Carson,right there—don’t fucking stop.”

He doesn’t. Just adds more pressure with his tongue as he licks me like he’s fucking starving.

My fingers ache from my hold on the table’s edge as my orgasm hits me, a cry slipping from my lips as my legs tremble next to his head. My entire body quakes and writhes beyond my control, so he slides his hands up the sides of my thighs to hold me in place, continuing to feast on me.

Huge explosions of ecstasy wreak me repeatedly, as he lets me ride my orgasm out on his tongue, and once I come down, I’m gasping for air. Letting go of the table, I go lax against the wood as Carson kisses my clit lightly, causing another tremor to run through me. He stands, kissing my skin as he does—along my legs, my ass, my hips, and then finally up my spine, until he’s leaning over me, lining his hard cock to my dripping entrance and pushing inside once again.

He keeps kissing me, along my neck and scalp as he grinds his hips.

“I love you,” he moans, making my stomach tighten with need and pleasure and something so fucking beautiful that my eyes water. “I love you so fucking much, Logan.”

Smiling, I curl my arm behind me to thread my fingers into his hair. “I love you, handsome.” I stroke the silky soft strands of hair at his nape as he thrusts languidly, entering me and pulling back at a torturous pace.

I moan, savoring the feeling of his cock rubbing against that sweet spot inside me, the fire in my veins igniting even hotter. He kisses and sucks on my neck, letting his tongue come out to lick at my sweaty flesh, and then he runs down my spine until he’s standing up behind me.

His hands grip my ass. “I wanted to keep making love to you, but we’re going to be late, babe.”

Pulling back, he then slams back inside of me. “So I’m gonna fuck you like a slut now, okay?”

I nod through a moan. “You don’t need my permission to treat me dirty, Carson.”

He doesn’t respond, just jackhammers his hips over and over, making me cry out and reach out for the edges of the table again so I can hold myself in place.

I can hear how slick I am every time he pulls out and pistons his hips forward, my legs widening even more for him of their own volition.

He groans as I take him deeper, and his hand snaps out to grab onto my hair. Wrapping it around his fist, he pulls my head back, my neck arching toward him.

I yell at the delicious burn, clenching around his cock as he continues to fuck me hard and fast.

“I’m going to fill you with my fucking cum so you can feel me all day long, Logan.” He pulls my hair tighter. “You’re not going to clean up. You’re going to slip those little panties back on and keep me with you all day, remembering how good I fucked you this morning.”

He pounds into me, making me gasp for air through my moans and whimpers.

“Do you understand me?” He pulls my hair again.

“Yes!” I scream, feeling another orgasm creeping up on me.

“Good girl.” He releases the hold he has on my hair but guides my head back down to the table so I don’t fall. “Now reach between your legs and rub your clit so I can feel you come all over my cock.”

He bucks his hips, moaning behind me as I do as he says, reaching between my legs to roll my swollen clit between my fingers.

Groaning, he digs his fingers into my hips as he continues thrusting into me, and then my orgasm takes over once more, sending me screaming and bucking beneath him. He follows a second later, shouting behind me as he fucks me into the table like a maniac.

“Fuck, Logan,” he grunts, falling over the edge. “Jesus fuck, Jesus fuck, Jesus fuck.”

I’m clenched tight around him, keeping him inside me, shaking and quaking as he slows his hips. Once he’s done spilling, he spreads his hands out on top of the table next to me as he catches his breath.

I mimic him, breathing heavily as we both try to get our brains to catch up with our bodies. After a minute, he pulls out of me and smacks my ass before he steps away. “Good game, Champ.”

I laugh, rolling my head to the side so I can watch him pull his pants back into place and do them up.

He grins, catching my eye. “I love you.”

I scrunch up my nose, smiling. “I love you more.”

Rolling his eyes, he dismisses me so he can walk to the fridge and get a bottle of water.

“Get up!” he yells after he’s taken a few mouthfuls. “I was serious about us being late.”

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