Paris #3
I nod, unable to form a more intelligent reply when he does it again, this time setting a steady pace.
My fists ball around the bedding, my knuckles completely devoid of color with how hard I’m squeezing as he sinks into me.
It’s still not quite as hard as I’m craving, but I trust that he’s doing what he needs to do to keep me safe after such a physically taxing twenty-four hours.
Tomorrow, I’ll get on my knees and plead with him to fuck me until I can’t walk without feeling him, but right now, he’s giving me everything I need to get there.
It’s so good, just like it always is, his long, thick cock lighting up every nerve ending as he pumps in and out.
“Atta girl,” he praises. “I can feel your little cunt closing in around me. You’re close, huh?”
“S-so close,” I stammer in response, barely even able to hear the words as they fall from my lips.
Every time he buries himself, the friction against my swollen, sensitive clit shoves me closer to the edge, euphoria coursing through me like a live wire.
My lower half bucks from the mattress, meeting him thrust for thrust as my vision begins to blur.
“Come for me, Baby Girl,” he demands, his hand wrapping around my thigh and lifting it over his hip.
The move allows him to slide even deeper, the tip of his erection grazing a part of me that finally launches my entire existence into another dimension.
I cry out, my body convulsing wildly as I grab onto his biceps and sink my nails into the smooth, warm flesh for purchase.
He crashes his lips to mine, swallowing every desperate sound and gifting me with one of his own—a gravelly, guttural growl that vibrates against my chest as he comes violently.
His cock swells and jerks, ribbons of his hot release pulsing against my walls until I’m overflowing.
He’s completely unleashed, pounding into me and making sure I’ve accepted everything he has to offer.
His thrusts slow as we both return to earth, my skin tingling as small aftershocks roll through me.
But before I’m even fully recovered, he’s gone, lowering down my body and laving the gentlest licks over my sore, delicate pussy.
“I can’t,” I whine, threading my hands into his hair and pulling back to prevent him from adding more pressure.
He ignores my protests, taking extra care not to overstimulate me as he softly laps up the mixture of us both.
It melts into the most amazing pleasure, the tender touch bringing me back to the present in the most euphoric way.
“I knew we’d taste so good together,” he says, the words hot against my flesh. “Do you want some, Baby Girl?”
“Mhmm,” I answer, my lashes fluttering sweetly as I look down at him. His lips are slick with our arousal, his hair perfectly messy from my fingers running through it. I’ve never seen anything hotter, and I’m completely positive that I never will. This is what dreams are made of.
“I know you said you wanted to lick me clean, but I have an even better idea. Do you trust me?”
I nod without a moment of indecision. “Of course, I do. I trust you more than anything.”
He grins proudly, his eyes never leaving mine as he lowers his head and sinks his tongue into me.
I moan softly when he curls it just right, gathering as much of our cum as he can before slowly crawling up my body.
He pinches my chin between his fingers, and I allow it to go slack, our gazes still locked as he spits the mixture of us into my open mouth.
Hello, Heaven? It’s Paris. I’m here, and I’m never leaving.
The satisfied sound that rolls up my chest is completely involuntary, the filthy act empowering me on a level I’ve only experienced with him.
After years of being shoved into a perfect little box, I’ve finally given my submission to a partner because I wanted to, and he’s treating it like a gift rather than something he’s owed.
There are no limits to the things I want to try with him, because in the end, I know I’m the one in charge.
There’s no better feeling in the world than that.
My lids flutter closed as I let the flavor of our combined pleasure explode along my taste buds, swallowing greedily.
His lips are back on mine just a moment later, our tongues dancing as we languidly make out.
I’m so satisfied, my heart and body both at ease for the first time in what just may be my entire life.
I officially have everything I’ve ever wanted.
The best kids in the world, who I’m raising to be their authentic selves, even when the world tells them they shouldn’t.
A brother who encouraged me to leave a bad situation and held my head above water when I felt like I was swimming against the current.
A job I truly enjoy, and a found family that reminds me every day what it means to be there for one another unconditionally.
And finally, a man whose love doesn’t waver, even though I’ve already given him every reason to walk away.
He’s still right here, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows how grateful I am that he fought for us when I didn’t know how.
I’ve never been more excited to see what the future holds, and I can’t wait to experience it all with Austin by my side.