Page 99 of Paper Roses

“Again,” I whisper and then cry out when he does as I ask. I never thought anything like this would appeal to me, but the sting of pain and then the glowing warmth as he rubs my bottom turns me inside out, and I thrust faster, the hair on his stomach rubbing my cock in a way that makes me squeeze my eyes shut.

I groan when he lifts me off his lap and pushes me to my feet. He keeps a firm hand on my wrist to steady me and then grabs my hips and spins me around.

“Get on my cock,” he demands. The dirty words uttered in his familiar voice are so hot. “Hands on the wall and get your balance.” I do as he says, feeling him part my cheeks. He pets my hole, rubbing the lube in. “Yes, you’re ready. This greedy little hole is open wide.”

I feel him tap his cock against my hole, and I don’t need him to tell me what to do. As his hands help me balance, I lower down, taking him in slow and steady.

The breach pinches because he’s big, but I quickly forget the slight pain. In fact, I’m coming to love it, and before I know it, I’m sitting in his lap with his cock fully inside me. I lean back and cry out. “Ohgod.”

“Are you okay?” His voice is strained, and when I clench my bum, he cries out, too, his hands like claws on me. “Artie?”

“I’m fine,” I whisper dreamily. “You’re just so high inside me like this.”

“Do you like it?”

I twist, searching for his mouth, and kiss him. “Iloveit.”

His grin is almost a grimace. His hair and body are soaking wet with sweat, and his eyes are feral. “Then move. Use me.”

I wiggle a little, clenching my eyes shut as it rubs his penis against my prostate. Then I lean forward, rest my hands againstthe wall, and rock on him. I don’t bounce up and down like in a porn clip he showed me the other week. We’d watched it lying naked in bed and fucked while it played. At the time, I’d thought it looked so good to ram up and down, but now I know it feels better to shove against him, keeping him inside and rubbing against the spot that makes me whine. The root of his cock stretches my hole like this, and the pleasure is sublime.

I writhe and twist, sweat dripping into my eyes and stinging. But I can’t stop.

“That’s it,” Jed gasps. “Fuck yourself on me. Make yourself come, sweetheart.”

I sit back. “I need you all around me,” I mutter.

He gives a groan of agreement, his hands instantly all over me—one hand over my chest holding me tight and tweaking my nipples, while the other rubs at the root of my cock.

I grind down on him, and he gasps, clutching my hip. Then he grabs my cock. It’s wet with my sweat, and the lube on his hand makes the slide so good I’m done for.

“Coming,” I gasp, forcing myself down on him.

He cups my balls, and I start to come, white cream shooting out and coating his hand. I let go with moans and gasps and when I come back to awareness, he’s still hard inside me, his entire attention on making sure I’m fully pleasured. I squeeze my buttocks, and he groans, arching up into me.

“Can I stay inside?” he whispers.

“I’d kill you if you tried to leave.” I sit back in his lap, raising my arms and twining them around his neck. It brings his cheek next to me, and he buries his face in my shoulder, gasping and groaning as he shoves up into me. Within seconds, he gives a deep groan and goes still. I feel warmth inside me and shudder, knowing it’s his come. It’s sexier than I thought it would be.

He collapses back onto the bench, and I go with him, loving that I can stay here without him having to move to get rid of thecondom. I feel hot liquid slide between my thighs, and Jed gives a pleasured groan and lifts me slightly. I feel his fingers trace my hole and raise up so he can see properly.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy,” he says in a low voice. “Your little hole is white with my come, all sticky and used.” It makes me shiver and tighten around him, and he grunts. “We’re definitely doing that again.”

He reaches forward and kicks the door open before lifting me off his cock. I feel a gush of liquid, and then he settles me back on his lap so I’m facing him. We kiss, and I’m so dreamy I’m almost dazed. My only reality is the cosy darkness of the sauna and his arms around me.

It seems to take ages before I finally stir, feeling his hands holding my arse and cuddling me in his lap. He’s affectionately nuzzling my neck, dropping kisses along the sweat-dampened skin.

I clutch him close, the words on the tip of my tongue like always.I love you.

I say them silently, but that doesn’t mean I mean them any less.

I sigh. And it will all come to an end soon, and we’ll go back to the way we were. Not for the first time I wonder if that’s going to be possible.

I assured him it would, but I lied because I’m not sure I can go back to being his assistant and meeting the revolving door of men he has in his bed. That would break my heart. I tighten my grip, press a kiss into his sweaty hair, and repeat it silently.I love you.

He stirs, opening his eyes. The green is soft now, like the underside of a leaf. “That was a heavy sigh.”

“I’m a bit hot,” I lie, and he’s immediately in action, standing up and lifting me with him. I curl my legs around him, holding on like a monkey as he steps out of the sauna and walks into oneof the showers. He starts the jets, shielding me with his big body until the cold spray warms just a little and then steps fully under the water. It’s cool and lovely against my hot skin, and I make a move to get down.

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