Page 7 of Paradise

I add another digit, flicking my wrist and swirling my fingers through her wetness as she grinds into my hand.

“It’s been all day,” she answers, breathless as her head falls back on the seat. “I had to pee.”

I click my tongue, adding a third finger to stretch her. Humming between my lips as she moans and writhes, I lean over to kiss her throat. “We’ll have to fix that.”

Using my free hand, I undo my pants, then slip it under the waistband to grip my cock. “Climb over here and sit on my dick, Logan.”

She nods, breathing heavily, as I pull my fingers from inside her so I can shuffle my pants down enough to free myself. As I do, she slides her panties down and deposits them on the floor of the car before climbing over the center console.

Her pussy is dripping when she finally straddles me and positions herself on top of me, making me squeeze onto her thighs with a rough grip. She sits down slowly, swallowing down my cock inch by torturous inch, and my head falls back against the seat. “That’s it, baby.”

As she grinds her hips, pulling back and impaling herself again, her mouth falls to my ear. “Do you feel how fucking wet you make me, Carson?”

I groan, squeezing her hips before I slide my hands into her hair. “Always so fucking wet for me.” I yank her head back by her hair to pull her mouth to mine so I can kiss her, and her tongue slides against mine as she speeds up her hips.

My entire body tingles, listening to the sounds of her pussy being filled as she moves faster and faster. Pulling her mouth from mine on a gasp, she opens her eyes so our gazes connect. “I’m so close.”

I nod, agreeing with her.

Bucking my hips so I can meet her at the finish line, my head falls back again as the pressure of my orgasm builds. She meets my thrusts, moving her hips like crazy—almost like she can’t control it.

“That’s it, baby,” I moan, her eyes still on mine. “Use my fucking cock to come.”

Her hand grabs my throat as her climax hits her, and her back arches as she’s overcome with pleasure. She squeezes her hand, cutting off my oxygen and sending me flying over the edge of my own orgasm, making me choke and groan the best I can.

Yelling out her release, she grinds down on me as I continue to buck up into her, filling her with my cum as she falls apart on top of me.

When her orgasm subsides, her hand lets go of my throat and she falls forward, breathless. My hands curl up onto her thighs again, my chest heaving, as she keeps grinding lightly on top of me until my cock has fully deflated.

After a silent minute, she sits up, looking at me with a sated smile. “I feel so much better.”

Chuckling, I squeeze her thighs, pressing a kiss to her nose. “Good.”

three

LOGAN

Carson and I are sitting in the living room when Sara and my dad finally come through the front door. We hear them before we see them, and Carson looks at me with worry lining his features, as if to ask me if I’m okay. I nod, mouthing that I’m fine, just as our parents are stepping over the threshold into the room.

I smile at my dad, and he smiles back, but that’s all I can get myself to do.

Even though I’ve had conversations with him, and I’ve spent some time out in Franklin with him since he moved out, it’s never really felt like we’ve moved on from everything. I still have this heavy stone in my gut every time I think about him and what he did.

“How was your day, kids?” Sara asks, like she always does, as she slips her heels off and sits on the armchair to my right.

“Good,” Carson answers for both of us, eyeing my dad as he sits down on the opposite side of the coffee table on the matching armchair.

“So,” my dad begins, sitting forward, putting his hands on his knees. “There’re a few things we need to talk about.”

No one says anything. We all just look at him and wait for him to continue.

“I know that you both know how sorry I am already, but I want to reiterate that once more. I never meant to hurt anyone with my choices; it just all kind of happened. I’m not going to sit here and make excuses for my behavior.” He looks at me directly, his eyes full of remorse. “I should have told you that your mom and I weren’t together anymore, and I should have told you about Sara long before I did. I know that.”

I can feel my pulse pounding in my throat, and my chest feels tight, so I just nod at him.

“Sara and I have been going to couples therapy,” he continues, but Carson cuts him off.

“You’ve been going to couples therapy?” He looks at my dad, and then Sara.

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