Page 24 of Her Paramedic (Men in Uniforms #3)

Talia gasped that time, and it was quickly swallowed by his lips on hers again.

This kiss was different. It was pure possession, an exertion of dominance, and her tongue became pliant.

She followed his lead, but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice, and she enjoyed him kissing her into submission.

His hand slipped between them, ghosted along her thigh and under her negligee.

“Tell me where you got this later,” he stated against her lips, right before the tearing of fabric sounded through the room as he ripped her panties. “I’ll need to buy you a new one.” He ran his finger slowly along her slit, and she gasped as it passed over her clit. “Already so wet for me.”

He circled her clit as he placed kisses along her jaw to her neck.

Slate bit it as he slid a finger inside of her, and Talia moaned, back arching slightly at the two sensations.

The nip of pain with pleasure. He fingered her slowly, tongue laving at the bite before sucking on the flesh, and she knew it would bloom into a bruise.

He skimmed his lips to her chin, kissing it, then dipping to kiss the parts of her chest and tattoo the baby doll didn’t hide.

He sat up, finger still fucking her slowly, grabbed the top of the negligee, pulled it down, and freed her breasts.

His thumb brushed over one of her nipples, and she moaned, biting her lip.

“No,” he stated, pinching her nipple. “I want to hear every fucking sound you make. All those pretty little moans, gasps, whimpers, every scream. I want every single one,” he stated, pulling his finger from her, only to sink back into her pussy with two.

Talia released a whimper that merged into a moan as he curled his fingers to brush that bundle of nerves. It was as if he’d placed it there himself, like he was the only person who knew where it was, who could stimulate it perfectly.

“You’ll give them to me, won’t you, baby?

” Slate’s thumb circled her clit as he fingered her.

His other one brushed her nipple. Talia nodded, but she knew that wouldn’t be good enough.

“Tsk. Use your words, Talia. Will you give them to me?” He leaned down, his tongue touring slowly over her lips. “Or will I have to take them?”

Yes, she would give them to him, but him taking them appealed to her on a level that should have been studied.

She wanted him to take them, wanted him to cause every single sound that came from her, to pillage them from her like it was his sole purpose on earth.

It would be a dangerous game to play, but she wanted to know precisely what he’d been holding back and keeping at bay until she was ready.

Talia kissed his chin, then caught his lip between her teeth briefly. “Take them.”

She gasped as his hand wrapped around her neck. It was enough force to make sure she felt it, but it was far from uncomfortable, and he turned her head to the side, his lips brushing her ear.

“I’m going to enjoy every minute of taking them, ravaging you, and ruining you for any other man.” He licked up the side of her neck, flicking his tongue against her earlobe.

When he leaned back, he caught her eye, and Talia blinked at him in faux innocence, tilting her head slightly. “You promise?”

The noise he released was damn near animalistic, and it went right to her pussy as she drenched his fingers.

Those fingers picked up speed as he took her lips in a bruising kiss.

A kiss that swallowed her moans as he pushed her to her first orgasm of the night.

They were like magic as they worked her towards a quick release.

Her stomach coiled, and she knew it would only be a few more seconds before that sweet bliss overcame her. It was right there on the edge of spilling when he pulled his fingers from her, and Talia whined into the kiss.

Slate chuckled. “You’re making it far too easy to take them from you, but I need more before I let you cum.”

“Slate,” she whimpered.

“Mm, I’m only doing what you asked me to, baby.

” He kissed down her chest, tongue swirling over each nipple before he moved lower, settling between her legs.

“You know where they go,” he stated, and she didn’t need to be told twice as she placed her legs over his shoulders, and his tongue slipped into her pussy.

Talia threw her head back as he worked his tongue in her.

The slow up-and-down motion was deliberate, and she felt every stroke.

She could feel the appendage brush her walls, touch and taste every part he could reach.

He fucked her with it like he was on a mission to memorize the way her pussy felt around his tongue.

And maybe he was. Because she damn sure wanted to memorize the way it felt inside her.

Slate circled her clit with his thumb as his tongue followed the same motion.

The new sensation, the added pleasure, helped work her back up.

Cause her orgasm to build again. She’d never been one to cum so easily, but he was hitting all the right spots, giving her the perfect stimulation.

The way he manipulated her body towards pleasure should have dissertations written about it; he should teach a class on it because her stomach was soon tightening with the impending release.

“Yes, baby,” she moaned, her back arching. “Right there.”

Her orgasm bubbled and fizzed to the top, and right as she knew it would scale over, he removed his tongue, thumb left her clit, and Talia’s attention snapped down to him. The dark look of mischief in his eyes had her involuntarily whining.

“Slate.”

“I didn’t think I’d have to remind you to keep those pretty eyes on me, and it seems you’ve forgotten the consequences of not doing so.”

“Baby, wait—”

“The question now is,” he started, cutting her off. “How many times should I deny you what you want?” He kissed her clit. “Once?” He circled his tongue around it. “Twice?” He flicked his tongue against it. “Three times.”

“Slate, please,” she pleaded.

“Mm. Three times it is, then.”

“Wait. No, baby—”

“No?” he asked. “More than that?”

Talia pressed her lips momentarily. Sure that no matter how she answered, he would somehow spin it into her wanting him to deny her more orgasms when all she wanted to do was cum for him, as many times as he could make her.

She contemplated for a split second and decided maybe she could get him to give her what she wanted by pushing him to the edge.

She’d already established she was playing a dangerous game, tempting him.

She might as well play it to the best of her abilities.

“I’ll watch,” she told him. She reached down and ran her thumb over his lower lip. “I’ll be such a good girl for you.”

He chuckled and placed a kiss on her pussy before those predatory eyes locked on hers. “I know you will. Three it is then.”

That was not the response Talia hoped for, but it wasn’t more, so she’d take it. Besides, she knew she would run like a river when she finally came.

She kept her eyes locked on his as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and the sensitivity of the bud caused her stomach to quiver.

The stimulation was soft, and the pressure was light as he led with his tongue each time.

Pushed it against her clit with the tiniest of touches before sucking it.

He slipped two fingers into her, pulling a deep moan as he caressed her walls.

The message was unmistakable. He might have said he’d only deny her three times, but he would take his time building her up. Talia got the message loud and clear.

“S late!” Talia exclaimed sometime later.

She didn’t know how long he’d tortured her with pleasure, pushing her to three orgasms only to deny her of them before pushing her over the edge this final time.

She’d been correct. It flowed from her like a running stream.

Her pussy was wetter than ever, and she hadn’t known she could cum that much, release so much, and she hadn’t even squirted.

He moaned as he licked her clit. The vibration against it sent shivers through her before he dipped lower, and the sound of him sucking up her release filled the room.

That would have been telling if she hadn’t known how much she came—enough for him to take it in as if he were drinking from her fountain.

Her legs fell from his shoulders as he sat up, placing his thumb against her lips, and Talia took it into her mouth, sucked it briefly before he pressed down on her tongue, and she opened her mouth as a reflex.

He shifted over her, his thumb leaving her mouth as he allowed her release to slip from between his lips to hers slowly.

His hand cupped the side of her neck, thumb pressing under her chin as he tipped her head back. The distance between their lips became almost nonexistent, and he spoke against them.

“Swallow,” he commanded.

Her pussy clenched at his tone, the command laced with an air of dominance that made her want to comply unquestioningly, and she swallowed. It was then that Talia realized she might have bitten off more than she could chew, and he was about to turn her ass out.

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S late watched her swallow, throat bobbing under his hand before tracing her lips with his tongue.

“See how good you taste, baby?” He kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth to prove a point he knew neither of them needed.

She moaned against his lips, feeding his need to hear every sound she made.

“I think you should have some more,” he finished when they pulled apart.

He removed his towel, which had somehow survived around his waist until that point. He took the base of his dick into his hand and ran the head along her slick pussy several times. Eliciting more moans from her as it passed over her clit. He lined himself up and slowly slid in.