“Your boobs are practically spilling out of that top.”
I covered them with an arm, noticing one was mostdefinitely about to pop out. “They’re getting bigger. I can’t help it.”
He frowned at the sight of me hiding them and reached down to nip at my wrist. “Stop that. I love it.”
He quickly fumbled with the key, his impatience making it take longer than it should’ve, and got us inside the house. With another swift kick, the door slammed shut, and he padded down the hall. Snow clung to his boots, leaving a wet path in their wake.
His uncontainable need for me had my thighs clenching together as heat built in my core. I was already wet—hell, most days, I wasalwayswet around him—and just as eager as he was.
Once we passed the bedroom threshold, he set me gently on my feet and shucked off his jacket. I arched a brow as he undressed with a speed I didn’t think was possible. His shirt, jeans, underwear, boots, socks—they were all off in less than twenty seconds.
His gaze roamed over my body before he moved in front of me and undressed me all the same. I giggled when my shirt got caught in my necklace, but he quickly rectified the tangle and unclasped my bra in a blink.
His hands framing my face, he tilted my chin up so he could kiss me. His breath was fast and hot on my cheek as he walked me backward toward the bed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips.
“So are you,” I murmured back.
He lowered my ass to the comforter, then cradled the back of my head as he laid me flat. His hands coasted down my body, over my breasts and stomach, pastmy hips, until they gripped behind my knees. He tugged me forward, the fabric of the comforter making my skin restless. I needed more. Neededhim. Inside of me. On me. All over me.
“Beckham,” I pleaded, eyes focused on where he stroked his cock and lined the head up with my entrance.
His gaze was so homed in on our bodies about to join that he couldn’t tear his focus away. “Yes, baby.”
My hands fisted in the comforter, tugging it like it might bring him closer. His eyes flicked to the movement, noticing my fidgeting, and in one swift thrust, he slid into me.
My head fell back, my body relaxing as soon as he was inside of me.
“Shit, Parker,” he hissed, moving deeper and deeper until he bent over me and pressed his lips between my breasts. “I could never get tired of this.”
A gasp left me as he slid out and back in.
His lips moved to my nipple, tongue circling the bud.
“Neither could I,” I agreed breathlessly. My hips twisted, my back arching as I ached for more of him.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he murmured against my skin. His mustache scratched near my nipple, lighting my nerves on fire.
“You. Just you.”
With one hand braced beside my head, he reached down to rub my clit, but with my stomach getting in the way, I was growing frustrated. He filled me, and yet I needed more.
Sensing my inability to sit still, he quickly pulled outand grabbed my hips. He wasted no time flipping me over until I was on my knees, and with both hands grabbing my waist, he tugged me back until his cock was sliding blissfully back inside of me.
I looked over my shoulder at him as he ran his hand up my spine, then pushed on my shoulder blades until my chest lay flat against the bed. He pounded into me over and over again, each thrust absolutely heaven.
My cheek pressed into the comforter while my fingers tangled in the fabric. He ran a hand over my ass, gripping the flesh before his movements became more rigid.
The hand on my ass slid around my stomach until it stopped between my legs and played with my clit. I moaned, falling deeper into the bed as he drew me closer to the edge.
His cock hit deeper, coiling my core until I was a bomb ready to explode.
He must’ve felt me tightening around him because he kept that pace, fucking me deeper than before.
I screamed out, turning my face into the mattress as my entire body let go and I came around him.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised as he stroked my clit harder, faster. “How many times can I make you come, Parker?”
