❝He suddenly spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers i...
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I'm completely thrown off by how she's taken control. It's like she's flipped a switch inside me, and now I'm burning up with desire. When she presses her hips down hard against mine, every ounce of restraint I had just fucking shatters.
A low, guttural sound escapes me as I instinctively grab her hips, my fingers digging into her skin. I can't stop myself—I thrust my hips upward, needing to feel more of her. Paris gasps, eyes wide before biting her lip. The tension between us is too overwhelming, and all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck her right now.
Paris locks eyes with me, deliberately grinding her hips against mine again. My grip on her flesh increases, and my pulse quicken, the rush of blood and adrenaline making it hard to think straight.
There's something dangerous in her look—like she knows exactly what she's doing and loves every second of it. She's playing with fire, and fuck, I'm about to get burned.
"Paris..."
My voice comes out rough, like I'm warning her, but there's desperation in it. I should stop this, tell her to get off, but the way she's moving, the way she's looking at me... I'm losing the battle with my self-control, and honestly, I don't give a shit anymore.
When Paris suddenly grabs my hand and puts it on her neck, I don't get what she wants right away. But as soon as I apply pressure—just enough to feel her pulse speed up—she responds immediately.
A soft, needy moan slips from her lips, and her hips roll against mine. My eyes widen when I quickly realize what's happening. She's not just teasing—she's begging for something raw, something darker.
She wants this. Needs this.
But I'm not entirely sure, not yet. I need to see if this is what I think it is and how far she's willing to go. I test the waters by bringing my other hand to her face and gently brush my thumb over her lower lip.
She reacts right away and parts her lips, welcoming my fingers like she's been waiting for this moment. She looks straight at me as I slide my fingers inside her mouth. She wraps her soft lips around my digits, her warm and slick tongue swirling and sucking them down.
The way she's working my fingers makes me hard as hell, and I can't stop thinking about how amazing it'd be if she had my dick in her mouth, taking me all the way down her throat until she's choking and crying.
She slowly bobs her head on my fingers, sucking hard and slow like she's fucking starved, never breaking eye contact. It's like she's taunting me, saying, "See how I'm sucking your fingers? Imagine what I could do with your dick."
"Cazzo..." I curse sharply, feeling my cock painfully straining against my pants and my blood boiling. (Fuck...)
I squeeze her throat harder and slam my hips up with so much force she bounces off me with a gasp. Her reaction is everything—a loud moan vibrates around my fingers, her hips grinding harder against mine, her gaze never leaving mine. It hits me all at once—Paris is a sub, with kinks that align perfectly with my dominant nature.
