Page 24 of Paradox
Accepting his words, I lean forward and wrap my lips around his dick. He hisses, eyes closing, head falling back. Knowing he doesn’t like to stand over me like this, I take advantage of his distraction. I bob my head, sucking as I stroke the base with one hand, the other cupping his balls. His fingers slide into my hair and I look up to find him watching me. His heated gaze holds me captive, and I keep my eyes on his as I deep-throat him.
“Oh, fuck….”
I hold the position as long as I can before pulling back to catch my breath. I’m about to dive back in when he stops me.
“Need to be inside you, Ellen.”
He reaches down, pulling my shirt up over my head and tossing it aside. I lie back on the bed, playing with my nipples as I lift my hips and allow him to remove my shorts. He makes quick work of getting my panties off, pushing my thighs apart and stepping between them. My muscles clench as I watch him stroke himself. Leaning forward, he trails a finger between my wet lips before slipping it inside me. I pinch my nipples, moaning as he adds another. He brings his face closer to mine, fingers curling and hitting my top wall.
“Don’t ever doubt my love for you, Ellen. If there’s anything in this world you can be sure of, it’s that I’m yours.”
“Jon,” I whimper.
His fingers leave me, dick sliding in as he declares, “And you? You’re mine.”
I grip the sheets, legs wrapping around his hips. He’s gentle, sinking deep and slowly pulling out before repeating the torturous cycle. He licks my nipple, fingers rubbing tight circles on my clit. My fingers dive into his hair, keeping him at my breasts. He gives me what I want, sucking the taut nipple into his mouth.
“Jon, please….”
“What do you want, Ellen?” His voice is low, laden with desire.
“Fuck me,” I whimper, writhing beneath him. As much as I try not to curse for Mikey’s sake, all bets seem to be off in the bedroom.
Grunting, he moves faster while still being gentle. I grab a pillow, using it to muffle the sounds leaving my mouth. He yanks it away, covering my lips with his and drowning out my moans with a kiss. I sink my nails into his back, dragging them down and then gripping his ass. He groans, fingers digging into my thigh.
He straightens, spreading my thighs so he can watch himself slide in and out of me.
“Fuck, babe. I don’t think I’ll last much longer.”
I press a finger to my clit, rubbing as I clench around him. It doesn’t take long before my orgasm starts building. Jon’s thrusts become faster, deeper, less controlled, and I know he’s close, too.
“Jon,” I squeak as warmth spreads through my body.
My eyes snap shut and I abandon my clit, letting Jon push me over the edge. My body goes taut, and then my muscles clench wildly around his dick. While I convulse, my hand moves back to my nipples. He goes deep, holding the position.
“Shit.” He hangs his head, trying to control his breathing. “You’re something else, Ellen Hunter.”
“Something good?”
“Something excellent.”
With a soft laugh, I watch him pull out of me and head to the bathroom. He returns with a wet washcloth, cleaning me up, and then handing me my clothes. After tossing the washcloth in the hamper, he joins me in bed once more.
“I’m sorry, Jon. This Britney thing just has me a little shook up.”
“I know, but stop bringing Gage and Raven’s drama into our situation.”
“I will, I promise.” I move over into his arms, settling in. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, beautiful.”
***Einstein***
“What’s this?”
“What do you mean?” I turn to Gage. “What does it look like?”
“It looks like a ring.”
