Page 26 of Her Paramedic (Men in Uniforms #3)

He cut her off, sliding his dick back into her mouth.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy riling me up,” he stated, fucking her mouth.

He placed his free hand behind her head to keep her from hitting it against the wall.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed trying to make me lose control.

” Talia hummed around his dick, pulling a moan from him.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to ask for what you want, baby?

You know I’d give it to you.” He smirked at her. “Well, eventually.”

The tightness of her throat squeezed him, and Slate felt his balls tighten. He leaned his forehead against the wall, pushing deep down her throat with each thrust that carried him closer to release, and right before he came, he pulled back, only the head remaining between her lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, releasing the first two spurts in her mouth before pulling out and cumming on her face. He hadn’t been joking about making her pretty face a mess.

When the final rope of cum left him, Slate ran the head of his dick along her lips before releasing her wrists, stepping back, and taking her in.

Committing to memory how enticing she looked.

He watched her use her finger to gather some cum from one of her cheeks, sucking it into her mouth.

His dick, which had only flagged slightly, stood back at attention.

He picked her up, putting her on the bed, and she grabbed the towel, cleaning the rest from her face as he stroked his dick while he grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer.

In retrospect, he’d already slid into her without one.

Something he probably shouldn’t have done, but he’d wear them until they discussed it.

Slate opened the package and slid the condom down his dick.

He joined her on the bed, pulling her ankle before placing that leg over his shoulder, and pushed in, stopping only when he bottomed out and they both moaned.

Even through the condom, he could feel how wet she was, her pussy resembling a waterfall.

Fuck what he said before. He’d live in her pussy and vacation in her throat.

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T he slide of Slate’s dick had Talia arching off the bed and a moan slipping past her lips, mingling with his as he gave her every inch.

Were it possible, she would have sworn she felt it in her stomach.

The first time he’d slid inside of her had been a surprise she hadn’t been expecting, and it ended as fast as it began.

Now, she could take in the feel of him, how he stretched her, how she gripped him.

Slate gave her soft kisses as she adjusted. His hand slid between them. His finger brushed over her clit before she reached down and gripped his wrist, whining against his lips, and the resulting chuckle had her pouting.

“Be nice,” she said.

“I am being nice.” He nipped her lip. “Besides, I already told you I planned on torturing you.” He pulled out, jutted his hips, and pushed back in, knocking a gasp from her lips.

“You also told me to take the moans I wanted from you.” Another deep stroke had Talia moaning, her grip on his wrist tightening.

“And I’m going to take every fucking sound you make. ”

She believed him. Hell, he could tell her anything at that moment, and she’d believe him.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this wet, this turned on by her partner.

Not that she hadn’t had some good ones because she was honest, if nothing else, but they hadn’t been this good.

They didn’t pull responses from her the way Slate did.

She’d never been submissive in the bedroom with them. Whether consciously or subconsciously.

All she wanted to do now was let him have his way with her because she knew she’d enjoy every minute, knew that her pleasure would stay at the forefront of his mind. She didn’t give a damn if he used her as long as she enjoyed it, and so far, she was far from disappointed.

He placed her other leg over his shoulder as she released his wrist and leaned forward, her knees grazing her shoulders as he fucked her, pushing deep each time he entered her. The slide of his dick against her G-spot was honeyed torture, compounded by the look in his eyes.

Those eyes that spoke and had kept every promise they made. They held a look of possession, and she was more than willing to let him possess every inch of her. He could twist her like a pretzel for all she cared. She would take everything he wanted to give her.

Each of his thrusts was purposeful. He pulled out until only the head remained in and then snapped his hips, pushing moans from her lips.

Her legs held hostage over his shoulders, between them, made it feel like he was touching the deepest parts of her pussy.

Traversing a foreign land that no one had traveled to before.

Talia’s eyes fluttered on an arduous thrust as the sound of her moans echoed as if they were trapped in a chamber, and he raised a brow at her.

She wasn’t sure whether it was a dare: him daring her to close her eyes as if she didn’t already know the consequences.

Or a reminder: his reminder that she was supposed to keep her eyes locked on his.

She in no way wanted him to deny the orgasm that was simmering in her stomach.

Talia wanted to feel it spill over. She pulled him down into a kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth as their tastes mingled.

The kiss was slow and soft, a direct contrast to the way he thrust into her, and her tongue soon became pliant under his as that simmering intensified.

Talia moaned as her pussy squeezed around him, and Slate answered it with one of his own as she gripped him.

“That’s it, gorgeous. I feel you.”

“Slate, baby, please,” she begged in a whining whimper. The more that tone of voice slipped from her, the more she recognized it as something only he could get out of her.

He ran his tongue along her lips. “Please, what? Use your words. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want to cum. Please, make me cum. Take it from me.”

“Mm, you want me to take those, too?” he asked. When she nodded, he tsked. “Words, Talia .”

“Yes. Please.”

“What if I don’t want to? What if I want you to hold it?” he inquired, angling his hips on his next thrust and hitting her G-spot straight on.

“Fuck!” Talia exclaimed, her hands going to his biceps, nails subconsciously digging in. “Baby, please.” She gave him a soft kiss. “Don’t you want me to cum for you? Don’t you want to make your pussy cum?”

She was becoming all too familiar with that sound he made—a mix of a deep rumble in his chest and pure, untamed desire. It was the sound she was sure predators made when they found the perfect prey, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Oh, it’s my pussy when you want me to let you cum?” he asked, challenged.

Talia ran her hands up his arms. “It’s always your pussy.”

“Such a perfect fucking answer.”

He gave her another deep thrust, dick abusing her G-spot, and the expletives she released would have been heard by every person in his house had they not been alone. It bounced off the walls and echoed in the space.

It didn’t take more than four thrusts, and that simmering in her stomach blossomed to a fever pitch, and she arched into him as she came, his name tumbling from her lips as her eyelids drooped, hooded from her pleasure.

Talia hadn’t thought she could get any wetter than she already was, but the way her release rushed from her proved her wrong.

“Fuck, baby,” Slate groaned, pressing a kiss to her lips. “You’re beyond wet. Is all that for me?” he teased.

She nipped his lip. “Every single drop,” she breathed out as he continued to fuck her.

In honesty, she hadn’t expected him to stop, knew he would live up to his claim of wanting to torture her, and he’d been right. She would let him because she knew it would be incomparable to anything else she had ever felt, that he would torture her in all the best ways.

He removed her legs from his shoulders and sat up between them. There was no pause in his thrusts as the angle changed. Slate grabbed a pillow, slipped it under her lower half without missing a thrust, and Talia moaned deep in her throat at the slide of his dick.

“Let’s see if we can get you even wetter,” he stated.

He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to meet each thrust. The sound of their skin meeting mingled with their moans, and Talia brought her hands up to play with her nipples.

The buds were sensitive, and she knew herself well enough to know they would aid in pushing her to her next orgasm faster.

She didn’t know how much time had passed with him giving her deep strokes when he gripped her chin. It could have been seconds or hours; Talia was lost in a bubble of pleasure, where insignificant things like time didn’t matter.

“You’re going to cum for me again,” he told her, his grip on her chin firm.

She wouldn’t have been able to deny him even if he had been giving her an option, which she knew he wasn’t, and she couldn’t care either way. Her next orgasm was already building, tunneling towards release.

He took her right leg over his forearm, that hand returning to her waist. His other hand rested on her lower stomach, and as he picked up the speed of his thrust, he pressed down on her stomach, thumb circling her clit.

A deep gasp left her. The pressure on her stomach pushed at her G-spot while his dick treated it like something he was trying to conquer.

“Slate, baby, wai—please, please, please. Fuck!” She arched off the bed right as Slate pulled his dick from her, and her orgasm ripped from her. Shot from her in three spurts as she squirted, the majority hitting his lower abdomen.