PARIS
THIRTY
I can’t obey fast enough, my knees nearly buckling as I spin around and drop my elbows onto the cool wood of Austin’s desk.
The plug in my ass presses against my inner walls, the stretch more delicious than I ever could’ve expected.
Pair that with the dangerous lilt in his tone when he told me to bend over, and I should be ashamed of how wet I am.
I’m not…just to be clear. But I should be.
“Fuck,” he grits out, taking my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezing, a bolt of electricity shooting straight to my clit.
“You look amazing. I bet that pussy is so tight right now, all swollen and achy for me. Do you think I’ll even fit?
” All I can do is moan in response as he drags the head of his cock up my seam, causing my entire frame to tremble with need.
“Shhhh,” he warns, curling his body over my back until his hot breath is ghosting along the shell of my ear. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to find a way to gag you. Be a good girl and hold those moans for me, okay?”
I swallow thickly, nodding my head in understanding. That must be an acceptable answer, because a second later, his hand is cupped under my mouth, another rough demand filling the space between us.
“Spit.”
At first, I’m taken aback by his request. It’s filthy—something the Paris Bellamy who existed before Austin would’ve been scandalized by.
But I never wanted to be that girl. I wanted to be wild and free, giving myself fully to a man who earned every bit of it.
That’s why I don’t waste another second, gathering saliva on my tongue before doing exactly what he asked.
He smirks, his hypnotizing blue eyes locking onto mine as he follows suit, adding his own spit to the small pool before he lowers it to his erection.
I can’t look away, watching as he strokes up and down, spreading the mixture of us along his shaft.
He makes several passes, only letting go when he’s completely coated and dragging the rest over the sensitive skin between my legs.
I jump at the contact, my swollen clit throbbing desperately under his touch.
I’m about to beg for him to put me out of my misery, not giving a single fuck how pathetic it sounds, when he steps in and notches the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“Breathe for me, Baby Girl,” he says, and I do just that, letting my chin fall to my chest as he drives forward the smallest amount.
He pauses, and at first, I think he’s letting me adjust, holding completely still as I wait for more.
But it never comes, his open palm splayed across my lower back stopping me from pushing into him.
I whimper, my pussy aching with the need to be filled, blood rushing between my ears as I grow wetter and more wanton.
It’s not until the question rolls off his tongue that I’m brought out of the lust-filled haze, reality fading back in at the sound of his deep, demanding voice.
“What do you say, Paris?”
My head is spinning, my body practically vibrating with how badly I want more. I can barely even form a coherent thought, let alone try to decipher what he’s asking for. But the longer he remains unmoving, the pulsing head of his cock resting just inside my opening, it all clicks.
“Thank you.”
“Beautiful,” he replies, feeding me another inch.
I thank him again immediately, my vision blurring as I stretch around him.
It’s the most delicious burn, almost like my body is transforming to be his, and his alone.
I make a noise somewhere between a relieved moan and a pained cry when he sinks in further, completely oblivious to its volume.
A large hand collars my throat, pulling me back so our cheeks are pressed together. His words are low and ominous, and I swear my pussy gets slicker from the sound of them. “I’m not going to tell you again. Fuss one more time, and I’ll shove your panties in your mouth to shut you up. Understood?”
My eyes roll back, and I have to bite down on my lower lip in order to stop from disobeying him right away. I never thought I’d enjoy being reprimanded or corrected, but holy hell. I’d be surprised if there wasn’t a puddle on the floor between my legs right now.
“Yes,” I reply, and he surges forward some more, meeting resistance as my inner walls clench in protest. He releases my throat, wraps his fingers around the back of my thigh, and lifts until my knee is resting on the desk.
The move opens me wider, allowing him to slide in another inch.
It feels so good, his cock hitting something deep inside me that has white dancing around the edges of my vision.
Paired with the plug that’s now pushing even harder against the inside of my ass, I’m pretty sure there isn’t room left inside my body for the rest of him.
I hold my breath, my nails digging into the corner of the desk calendar in front of me as he pulls back and thrusts inside, managing to take another inch that I didn’t think I even had.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he grits out, his fingertips sinking into the flesh of my hips. “Just a little bit more.”
“Austin, please,” I whisper, doing everything I can to obey his orders to keep quiet, even though I want to scream with how badly I’m aching for friction. My clit throbs, the muscles in my core wound so taut that I feel like they’re going to tear apart at any second. “Please move. I need you.”
“God,” he replies on a forced exhale. “There’s nothing better than hearing you beg for my cock. Fucking take it.”
He slams the rest of the way in, lighting every nerve ending in my body up like a Christmas tree. It’s otherworldly, the pleasure rippling through me as he stills. I don’t even hesitate, giving him exactly what he’s earned on a choked gasp.
“Thank you.”
He chuckles darkly at my eager obedience, holding onto my waist as he slowly begins moving in and out.
I can feel every ridge on his shaft, the veins that run up its length rubbing me expertly with each stroke.
Electricity skitters across my skin, my orgasm already building at the base of my spine as he buries himself inside me.
The plug nudges a new spot each time he presses into it, changing his angle just enough to have me feeling like my soul may leave my body at any moment.
It’s so fucking good…I can’t believe I settled for less than this for so damn long.
“Such a good girl taking my big, fat dick, Paris. You’re so tiny, yet it fits perfectly. Do you know why that is?”
“Wh-why?” I stutter, much louder than I probably should. But I can’t find a single fuck to give with the way he’s hammering into me, my impending release barreling in my direction at full speed with absolutely no way to slow it down.
He reaches both hands around me, yanking the cups of my bra down and palming my breasts.
My nipples are so hard that they could cut glass, puckering even more when he rolls them between his fingers.
I’m a panting, whimpering mess, every warning he gave me when we first started flying out the window as he leans forward, seals his front to my back, and speaks directly into my ear.
“Because you were never meant to belong to anyone but me. This pussy is mine.” He thrusts deep and hard.
“These tits are mine.” His fingers flex, kneading the heated flesh.
“You are mine.” He kisses me, hard and filthy, swallowing every desperate moan that rushes from my lungs like it’s his last fucking meal.
I whine when he pulls away, but the protest dies on my lips when he grips my waist and begins pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow.
I’m brainless, abandoning reality altogether as I cry out, barely able to hold myself up even with the desk bearing most of my weight.
I moan, babbling unintelligibly when his cock reaches the very deepest part of me.
It must be too loud, threatening to give us away to anyone on this floor—or maybe even the one beneath us—because in the next breath, he goes completely still behind me…
then stuffs my soaked lace panties between my lips.
“I fucking told you to stay quiet,” he growls lowly, his warm breath ricocheting off the side of my face.
I can taste myself on the fabric, and it only makes me wetter as the evidence of how needy this man makes me explodes across my taste buds.
He drags his tongue along my neck, nipping at my earlobe before slowly resuming his thrusts.
“Now, shut the fuck up and come on my cock, so I can pump this pretty little pussy full.”
“Ohmygod,” I mumble into the abrasive material, my eyelids fluttering closed as pleasure runs through me.
He picks up speed, his pelvis slamming into my ass and pushing the plug deep as I careen toward the summit.
I can feel myself narrowing, squeezing his massive erection as it throbs against my walls.
My fingers flex, my legs trembling so violently that if he wasn’t holding onto my hips, I’d be in a heap at his feet.
But he doesn’t let up, his delicious punishment finally pushing me over the edge as my orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave.
I’m lost to the onslaught of pleasure, my entire existence flipped upside down as I convulse wildly.
His grip tightens, and he drives into me one, two, three more times before his cock jerks, cum erupting from the tip like a volcano and painting my insides.
It’s hot and thick, filling me so much that I’m afraid my body can’t contain it.
“Hold it in, Baby Girl,” he says, the raspy demand sounding like it’s coming from a million miles away as I float back down to earth.
My limbs are buzzing, satisfaction coursing through my veins and warming me all over.
I do my best to listen, wanting to make this as perfect for him as it’s been for me.
“You keep every drop right where it belongs until I tell you otherwise, okay?”
I nod my head, relieved when he pulls the soaked thong from between my lips and drops it to the floor.
Impressively, he’s still coming, giving me everything he has as he grabs me by the chin and kisses me passionately.
I lick and suck at his tongue, sharing the taste of my own pussy with him as he moans his appreciation.
The whole thing is so erotic that it triggers another aftershock, my inner muscles fluttering while we slowly devour one another.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he whispers, smiling into the kiss. I can’t stop myself from doing the same, so entirely exhausted that I could fall asleep right here in his arms. But he has other plans, dropping to his knees behind me as I look over my shoulder quizzically.
“Push,” he says, his eyes locked onto my opening. My cheeks heat, a moment of hesitation and inexperience passing over me before I throw caution to the wind and follow his command. I bear down, my brows pulling tight as a brand-new sensation overtakes me.
“Oh, fuck. Just like that, baby,” he groans as his release leaks out, the sound of his approval spurring me on.
I push harder, my eyes rolling back when my muscles tighten around the plug and another bolt of pleasure shoots right up my spine.
I’m so full that I expect to make a mess all over the floor, but Austin doesn’t allow it, swiping a finger through the warm, sticky cum and pushing it right back into me.
My lids flutter closed, my body and soul so incredibly complete that I feel like my heart may burst at any second.
He stands, pressing his lips to my cheek. His hands caress my curves, so much emotion wrapped around us as he returns to his normal, gentle self. “Are you okay?”
I huff a quiet, satiated laugh, nuzzling into him.
“More than okay. That was amazing. I definitely think we’ll have to keep public sex in our repertoire.
Five out of five stars.” I cringe, my mouth twisting to one side.
“Although I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through the next couple of hours with no underwear, a plug in my ass, and your cum dripping out of me. ”
He chuckles, dragging his nose up my cheek. “That’s the best part, Baby Girl. Now you’ll never forget who owns you.”
But I couldn’t anyway—not even if I tried. Because every part of me belongs to Austin Baker, and giving myself to him has been the most empowering experience of my life.