29. Austin #3
She smiles, her eyes sparkling as she works more of me into her mouth.
Her small hand continues moving up and down my erection, the spit that’s dripping from her tongue providing more than enough lubrication to have me throwing my head back in pleasure.
My muscles tense as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, my vision blurring when it tightens around me.
Her cheeks flame red as she gags, her brows pulling inward with a mixture of embarrassment and worry.
I’m sure that stupid motherfucker told her it was a turnoff, so I immediately speak, slaying every ounce of the lingering negativity that’s running through her mind in this moment.
“Fuck, yes. Gag on that fucking dick, baby. Be my messy girl.”
Her eyes roll back, a deep moan vibrating against me as my words hit their mark.
My responding groan must give her the extra bit of confidence she needs, because in the next second, she’s bobbing up and down like a goddamn pro.
She sucks and licks, her fist working in time with her mouth and making sure every part of my cock is getting the most mind-altering attention.
It’s fucking euphoric, watching her own me from her knees while she gives me the kind of pleasure most people only ever dream about.
I’ll never get tired of the bond we’ve formed. I’ll never get tired of us.
She continues, and while it feels so fucking good, I can’t help but notice the way she’s shifting around, her thighs rubbing together.
She’s worked up, desperately trying to create some friction to take the edge off.
The plug is still seated in her ass, no doubt adding to the ache that’s causing her to whine around my shaft as she swallows it.
“Poor baby,” I say, running my hand along her cheek. “So horny from sucking my cock, aren’t you? If I had a condom, I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from taking that sweet pussy right here where anyone could find us.”
She pauses, a long string of saliva connecting us as she pulls off me, a blanket of need falling over her features. “What if we didn’t use a condom this time?”
My jaw clenches, and I take a deep breath, blowing it out slowly.
Do I want her that way? Fuck yes, I do. I’ve fantasized about what she’d feel like with nothing between us more times than I can count.
I’ve imagined filling her with cum, then watching as she squeezed it out like the prettiest little creampie.
I want to fuck her so deep—to be bound on a level we have yet to experience—but I don’t want a heat-of-the-moment decision that she’s going to regret after we’re done.
She has to be completely and utterly positive.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I’ll happily eat you until you soak my face. If you’re just doing this because you’re aching for a release, there are other ways to get it. I don’t want you to look back and wish you hadn’t let me inside you without protection. That would fucking kill me, Paris.”
She stands, her knees wobbly as she splays her palms over my chest for purchase.
She’s a fucking vision, her lips swollen from my cock, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
Her tits are heaving with every breath, her pencil skirt gathered around her waist with her bare cunt on full display.
But it’s her eyes that have me stopping in my tracks, nothing but trust and sincerity behind them as she takes my face in her hands and smiles softly.
“I’m sure. I was tested after my divorce, and I have an IUD. I want to feel you bare, Austin. I want your cum so deep inside me that I’ll feel you for days.”
I swallow, the gravity of the moment hitting me like a speeding train.
In the years I was with Bianca, I never felt comfortable forgoing protection, chalking it up to us not being in a place to add another life into our dynamic.
She was on birth control the entire time, but I think a part of my subconscious knew that we weren’t endgame.
With Paris, it’s different. I trust her with every fiber of my being, and I want nothing more than to make her mine in the most primal, carnal way.
Dipping down, I take her lips in a passionate kiss, telling her without words what she means to me.
This may be dirty, semi-public sex, but that takes nothing away from the emotional connection we have as I plunge my tongue into her mouth and devour every sweet whimper she feeds me like the desperate, starving man she’s reduced me to.
If she wants to feel me with nothing separating us, just my bare cock branding her for all eternity, I want that, too.
Pulling back, I grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to garner her attention. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted as shallow breaths rush from her lungs. My erection is like stone, the bead of precum that’s leaking from the tip practically begging to be inside her.
“Turn around and bend over the desk, Baby Girl,” I command, the words nothing more than a gravelly rasp. “I’m about to split you open, and you’re going to thank me for every goddamn inch.”