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I rolled my hips into his tongue, begging it to be in one specific place, but all he did was dance around it. My legs trembled and my back arched, and at one point in time, I started banging my fists in frustration on the bed.
“Damn it, Flynn, come on,” I whined.
But all he did was chuckle into my pussy.
I dug my heels into his back and rocked my hips into his face. His stubble massaged me in all the right places, and his hands kept holding my hips to the floor. My swollen clit was throbbing with desperation, and his tongue kept skirting the outside of its folds, and when tears finally rose to my eyes, he had mercy on my soul.
“Oh, Flynn. Yes,” I choked out.
Tears ricocheted down the sides of my cheeks as his tongue flattened out on my clit, and that was all it took. My body threw itself over the edge while his tongue flicked and sucked at my pulsing nub, and when my back arched and my walls fluttered with my first orgasm, Flynn buried his face into my pussy and chased my second. His tongue drank up everything I had to offer and by clit bobbed and weaved under his assault, and when my body fell off the edge for my second orgasm, he pulled back and watched me writhe on top of my sheets in my bedroom in the middle of Paris.
He stood up and got himself out of his pants, and when he sat up against the headboard, he reached over and slowly pulled me into his lap. My body was limp against his, and I could feel his thick dick pressed against my thigh, but when I slid myself forward and teased him with my dripping wet entrance, he popped right into me without a second thought.
“Shit,” he bit. His teeth grazed the pulse point on my neck, and my hands flew into his thick head of hair, and when his sinewy arms wrapped me in their tight, protective hold, I slowly began to rock back and forth in his lap. His dick filled me in a way no other man had when I was younger, and it reminded me of why I’d never tried to find anyone who could fill me the way he could since them. He pressed up against all the right places and stretched me in ways I never thought possible, and when his hands dropped to my ass to help me roll into him, I bit down into the meat of his shoulder and heard him growl in my ear.
“Holy fuck, Chelsea. You feel so good.”
“I love you, Flynn,” I breathed into his skin.
Before I knew it, I was rolled over onto my back. I was sprawled out on my bed, and my arms were clinging onto the meat of Flynn’s back, and when his eyes hooked onto mine, I swore I could see a glimmer of a tear brewing right behind them.
“And I love you, too, Chelsea. So fucking much.”
He rolled his hips into mine, and I locked my legs around his calves. I kept my eyes hooked onto his until he dipped his face into the crook of my neck, and I knew the moment he picked up his pace that I was done for. His hips slammed into mine, and his dick continuously filled me to the brim, and when his balls began to smack against the crack of my ass, I laid my teeth into his neck.
I moaned, and I whimpered into his skin as his dick grew thicker inside of me, and when I felt myself on the brink of bursting Flynn reared up and threw my legs over his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck! Flynn. Yes! Right there! Holy… Shit!”
My back arched and my fingernails dug into his thighs, and my pussy began to clench down onto Flynn and milk him for all he was worth. My body shook in his wake while his hips continued their endless assault, and when he finally plowed one last time into my body and stilled himself, I could feel him pumping his essence deep into the pits of my body. I shook with each throb his dick pulsed as I heaved to catch my breath, and when Flynn’s body dropped down onto mine, I wrapped my arms and legs around him to get him as close as I could get him.
“Don’t leave,” I whispered. “Please, don’t leave.”
“I had no intention of doing anything of the sort,” Flynn panted into my ear.
“I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me, please.”
Tears crested my eyes, and I cried lightly into the crook of his neck, and when I felt him slowly slide out of me, our juices soaked up into the sheets underneath my body. He pulled me close to him, cradling me in his arms, and when he finally got my comforter up and over our bodies, my crying had already stopped.
“You don’t have to do anything but be the wonderful woma
n I fell in love with,” he whispered.
And my eyes fluttered shut as the warmth and protection of his body lulled me off to sleep.
Chapter 21: Chelsea
Flynn and I toasted a celebration to him being in Paris for two months. It started off rocky, with me going into work and him not knowing what the fuck to do around the apartment, but ultimately it worked out for the better. I’d made reservations at a restaurant that wasn’t afraid to cook with grease and Flynn really enjoyed the steak they made there. He enjoyed it when the waiter came out with half of the cheese wheel and melted cheese right on top of the steak. Turned out he liked French food.
“To two months in Paris!” I smiled.
“Here here!” Flynn exclaimed.
We clinked our wine glasses, but I didn’t drink, over the luscious food sitting in front of us, and then we began to devour it. Flynn had found an actual rodeo that took place just outside of the city, and he started riding again. He entered himself as a newbie into some of the competitions, but then one of the regular riders recognized him and put him straight into the professional circuit. He traveled a bit with them around the country, but mostly he stayed just outside of Paris. He rode when he could and, when the rodeo wasn’t in town, he was hired as a contractor to help train other riders and help with other people’s ranches.
He had found his niche, and it wasn’t too far off from what he was doing back in Oklahoma.
“Has Bradley called you lately?” I asked nervously.
