Page 65 of Paradise in Progress
“Did I hurt you?”
Shaking my head, I feel the crease deepen between my eyebrows. “What did you say about my firecracker side?”
“You know, your fiery side. The side that flares whenever you get passionate about something.”
“So it was never about my hair color?”
“What? No–” His expression softens as the light bulb goes off in his head. “Did you think I was making fun of you when I was calling you firecracker?”
I nod, embarrassment flushing my cheeks.
“Oh, baby, I would never make fun of you for that. I love seeing your spark and your tenacity whenever you’re passionate about something. All this time, I’ve been fighting and bantering with you because I love it when you finally snap. I know that sounds bad, but when you finally push aside your polite nature and fight for something, it’s so fucking hot.”
“All this time…” I pause, my eyes bouncing between his, “I thought you were making fun of me.”
“I know I’m an asshole, but I’m not that much of a dick. I would never make fun of someone’s appearance.”
“I’m sorry I assumed that,” I tell him quietly, swallowing past my suddenly dry throat.
“Turn around.” His command is deep and gravelly as he gently grips my wrists and spins me back around. My hands land on the table to steady me as he pins me in place, making my stomach flutter. “Don’t move your hands.”
As badly as I want to ask him what he’s doing, there’s a part of me that wants to see how this is going to play out. Soft kisses tease behind my ear as Tristan sucks my earlobe in his mouth and bites down. My lobe pops free as he continues kisses down my neck, over my shoulder, and along the backs of my arms as he lowers himself to his knees. Shivering from the sensations, I suck in a deep breath as he gathers thematerial of my dress in his fists and glides it up to my hips. His nose trails the back of my thigh as a thrill races down my spine.
“Don’t move those hands.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as Tristan leans forward and places gentle kisses across my turtle tattoo. The soft brush of his lips against my skin elicits goosebumps and has my body craving more. With one fist, he grips my dress while using his other hand to remove my panties. My core tingles when he places the material in the pocket of his slacks.
Searing eyes shoot up and meet mine. Desire swirls in his irises, and I’m needy to know what he has in store for me.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet.” Leaning forward, Tristan licks me from front to back, and the moan I let out is guttural—the opposite of quiet. A smack echoes around the room and has my pussy clenching. I never thought I’d enjoy being spanked, but there’s something in the way that Tristan smacks me but then rubs the pain away. It’s deliciously arousing.
Standing to his full height, I feel his eyes roaming over my exposed skin. I’m completely vulnerable in this position, but I don’t feel self-conscious in the way that I thought I would. Over the last few weeks, I’ve fallen into a place of comfort with him.
The sound of a wrapper ripping jerks my attention. Somehow, I missed Tristan freeing himself from his pants. He fists his erection and gives it a few tight pumps, then sheaths himself with the condom.
Our eyes lock with mutual desperation, our hunger for the other at the very surface. I’m so gone for this man, and there’s no way to come back from it.
“This is going to be quick,Firecracker.” His voice breaks the trance. “Battling it out with you was all the foreplay I needed.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Golden Boy? Give it—” I’m cut off as Tristan plunges inside me. I hiss at the stretch of his thick cock as my walls relax around him.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking perfect, Ken. So”–thrust–“fucking”–thrust–“perfect.”
“Oh my god,” I moan as he hits the spot deep inside of me. He warned me this was going to be a quick fuck. The fact that anyone could unlock that door and walk in on us only excites me more.
One of his hands tightens around my hip, keeping him in place as he pumps in and out of me. The other hand trails up my spine before he’s pushing down between my shoulder blades. Gasping, my chest crashes against the table and my ass rises in the air, allowing him to go deeper inside of me.
“Touch yourself, baby,” he grits out. “I’m not going to last much longer, but I’m not coming until you do.”
Before I do as he says, I angle my body until I can look at him without standing. Reaching up, I hold two fingers in the air. “Suck.”
His eyes flare as he takes both fingers into his mouth. His hot tongue flicks at my digits, coating them in his saliva. When he pops my fingers free, I slip my hand between my body and the table as I find my aching center. My fingers rub my clit in circles as Tristan continues his powerful pace. It’s not long before I feel the tension pooling in my belly.
“That’s it, Kenny. Such a goodfucking girl.”
Yep, that does it. Praise kink unlocked. Tristan calling me a good girl again is the undoing I never knew I needed. My walls tighten against his cock, and I’m delirious with the desire to come.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I murmur into the back of my hand, which separates my head from the table. I’m trying like crazy not to be loud, but dammit, it’s hard.
