Paris #2
He takes the stairs carefully, stopping midway up to press me into the wall.
His erection rubs against my clit through the fabric of our clothes, causing me to moan into his mouth as red-hot desire rushes through me.
He thrusts his hips, the desperation coursing through me almost too much to bear.
I lock my ankles behind his back in an attempt to feel even more of him, certain that if he keeps going, I could come just like this.
“Fuck,” he rushes out, his warm breath dancing across my lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I murmur, only breaking away from him long enough to reply before I dive back in.
I’m growing hungrier by the second, ready to beg him for more when he finally decides to put me out of my misery and continues his ascent.
I’m being lowered to the mattress just a few moments later, staying wrapped around him as he settles his weight on top of me.
“Please, Austin,” I plead pitifully. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“We’ll get there,” he mutters, trailing kisses down my jaw. “Don’t fucking rush me. However long that week seemed to you—it was a hundred times longer for me. Do you know why?” His teeth nip gently at the sensitive skin beneath my ear, a breathy moan tumbling from my mouth in response.
“Wh-why?”
“Because I knew from the moment you dropped that goddamn tote bag on your first day with the Renegades that you were it for me.” He licks a wet line over the pulse point on my neck, no doubt feeling my heart rate speed up at his words.
“I tried, baby. I tried so hard to tell myself you weren’t—that I wasn’t right for you—but I never stood a chance.
And when you took it all away, I just sat there waiting.
Watching seconds that felt like days tick off the clock while you came to your fucking senses and realized that I own every part of you… and that you own every part of me.”
Tears fill my eyes, and despite my best efforts to blink them back, they slip down my face.
I revel in the feel of his lips on me, knowing that I almost lost him due to the trust issues that were caused by someone who isn’t even a fraction of the man Austin is.
I was terrified of watching my children fall in love with him just to be abandoned all over again, but that’ll never happen.
I almost robbed them of the kind of love and support they would’ve never experienced otherwise, and denied myself a partner who loved me so much that he’d wait for me until the end of time if he had to.
“I’m sorry,” I reply, sniffling. His hand glides around the back of my head, cradling it as he finds my watery gaze with his.
I truly feel like I can see into his soul, our connection so deep and unbreakable that he doesn’t even need to speak in this moment for me to know that I’m forgiven.
I vow to myself to never hurt him again, and to wake up grateful every day that he chose us despite all the bumps that were raised along our path.
Austin Baker is one of a kind, and I’m the luckiest girl in the world for the privilege of calling him mine.
He kisses the breath from my body, absolving me with slow strokes of his tongue against mine.
His fingers sink into my hair, pulling just enough to remind me that he’s in charge, and that we’ll be moving at whatever pace he sees fit.
My head goes empty, every inch of me surrendering to the way he touches and tastes me like nobody else ever has.
“Christ,” he exhales, his hips thrusting forward and pressing against my sensitive clit through our clothes.
I want to bargain and beg—whatever it takes to get him inside me right this second—but I owe him this.
He deserves to have me in whatever ways he desires, even if it takes hours to get there.
Thankfully, he allows it when I lift the hem of his hoodie, yanking it over his head.
I gasp at the sight of his bare chest and abs as though this is the first time I’ve seen him like this, but I can’t help it.
The man is built like he’s been chiseled from marble, my mouth watering at the thought of licking every peak and valley until they’re burned into my memory.
But unfortunately, I don’t get to take him in for long before my T-shirt is pulled over my eyes, his gorgeous body coming back into view as it’s tossed to the floor.
His blue eyes go dark when he locks onto my bare tits, my nipples already puckered and begging for him.
“Look at you,” he growls, pinching them gently between his fingers.
The move elicits a pathetic whimper that I couldn’t hold back if I tried, a jolt of arousal shooting straight to my apex as he twists.
My panties flood, the cocky grin that tugs at his lips in reaction to my desperation doing nothing to quell the ache.
“So horny for your man, aren’t you? Don’t worry, Baby Girl.
I’ll fill you up right after I prep you. ”
I shake my head frantically. “No. No prep. I want the pain, Austin. I need it.”
He swallows, his serious stare scanning my expression.
I’ve always let him work me up before feeding me every inch of himself, but I don’t want that right now.
I want to show him how perfect we fit together, and that my body was made to take him just the way it is.
“Okay, but we’re going slow. And I’m tasting you afterward. I’ve missed my favorite meal.”
“Likewise,” I toss back. “I can’t wait to lick you clean after you make me come all over you.”
He exhales harshly. “Bless those smutty books for teaching you to talk like that.”
I can’t hold back the giggle that bursts from my lungs as he tears my shorts and panties down in one go, followed by his sweats and boxers.
But my laughter morphs into a choked gasp the moment he slides through my soaking-wet slit.
My eyes roll back, the feel of his warm, hard, velvety shaft against me making fireworks explode behind them.
Any fears I had that I wouldn’t be wet enough for his liking fade into nothing when another gush of arousal flows from between my lips and coats us both.
Because the man is always concerned about my comfort over everything, he spits into his palm before circling it around the base of his cock and stroking upward.
My thighs tighten against his hips involuntarily, the filthy way he’s jacking himself off ramping up my need for him by a thousand times.
Everything he does is so sexy that it makes me lightheaded, my stomach flipping in excitement when I think about the fact that this’ll be a view I get to enjoy for the rest of my life.
Well done, Pare. Well. Motherfucking. Done.
“You ready, baby?” he asks as he lowers down to one elbow and presses the tip of his cock to my entrance. I breathe in, letting it out through pursed lips before capturing his gaze and giving him the green light I know he’s waiting for.
“Yes. Take me, Austin.”
And he does, driving forward gently. There’s a burn as he stretches me wide, but oh my God, I’ve never felt so complete.
It’s the most welcome and intoxicating torture, every rock-hard inch of him splitting me open as he sinks further into my soaked, yet narrow channel.
My mouth falls open, all the oxygen leaking from my lungs as he fills me in every way a person can be filled.
I feel something deep within me give way when he bottoms out, my body, mind, and soul accepting him with absolute conviction as the last man who’ll ever have me like this.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmurs on a relieved exhale, his pelvic bone flush against my center.
The simple sentence sends white-hot arousal rushing through my veins, the sudden need to be fucked into oblivion causing the tethers of my restraint to break loose.
I don’t care what he said about going slow.
I need him to move, and I need it right now.
“Austin,” I whimper, wrapping my ankles around him until they’re resting above his muscular ass. “Make me come. I’m aching for you. I’ve been aching for you.”
His jaw ticks, his large hand finding my hip and pinning me to the mattress as he drags himself out to the tip then sinks back in.
The motion sends another bolt of pleasure racing through my limbs, a satisfied moan filling the air between us.
“Like that, baby? Is that what you wanted? My fat cock fucking you like only I can?”