“From what I could tell last night, and the multiple times you crawled on top of me in the early morning hours, you quite enjoy my wicked mouth.”
A tiny whimper escapes her throat as I push a finger inside of her. “Do I ever.”
“Then I’d love to put my wicked mouth on you again. Feast on you until I’ve licked every last drop.”
“That sounds like heaven.” She circles against me with increasing need, greedily fucking my hand. One thing is certain. Parker has no problem going after what she wants.
And I’m more than happy to give it to her.
I’m about to push her onto her back, but before I can, she rolls over to face me, hooking a leg over my waist and forcing me onto my back.
“But first...” She straddles me, rubbing her slick pussy over my erection.
Her body is a goddamn masterpiece, especially as the early morning light hits her, accentuating the swell of her breasts and curve of her hips. Not to mention the look of pleasure on her face as she teases me.
She leans closer, her breath warm against my skin. “I want to put my wicked mouth on you.” She arches a single brow. “Would you like that?”
I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder than I already am, especially as she continues to rub herself on me.
I was wrong.
The mere idea of having Parker’s lips wrapped around my dick, of coaxing her to relax her jaw as she takes every inch, causes electricity to rush through me, hunger and want colliding together in an addictive combination that has me forgetting how much of a bad idea this is.
That with every second I spend drowning in her, I’ll never want to come up for air.
I don’t care about that right now. All I do care about is savoring every last ounce of pleasure I can before our bubble bursts.
“God yes,” I moan.
“Your wish is my command, Mr. Reed.”
She snakes down my body, peppering kisses along my chest and abs. When she reaches my waist, my pulse kicks up, eyes flaming as she wraps her fingers around my erection and gives it several slow jerks. I hold my breath, the seconds stretching as she parts her lips, slowly lowering her mouth toward me. Finally, she circles my tip with her tongue, and I release a low hiss, my muscles tightening, jaw clenching.
“Goddamn, baby,” I groan, digging my fingers into her hair. “You’re driving me crazy. You know that, right?”
“That’s the plan.” A coy smile tugs on her mouth. “Want to make you lose control.”
“And I want to so damn badly. Want to lose control with you.” My grip on her hair tightens. “So be a good girl and suck me off.”
She moistens her lips, making my need for her increase even more. “Gladly.”
I brace to feel her mouth around me, anticipation somersaulting inside me, each drawn out second lasting an eternity. Especially when she changes course, dragging her tongue along one side of my length, teasing my tip before continuing down the other side. It’s bloody torture, especially when I’m desperate to see how much she can take.
“Do you like being a tease?”
“I like knowing how desperate you are for me. Like seeing the effect I have on you.”
I wrap her hair around my hand, holding her in place. “And I am. More so than anyone I’ve ever been with.”
I don’t know what causes me to say this. I normally don’t share these kinds of thoughts or feelings with the women I sleep with.
Then again, Parker Holley isn’t most women. She never has been. I felt it that very first day, despite how infuriating I thought she was. And I worry I’ll feel it even when I leave Sycamore Falls and go on with my life.
“You make me desperate for you, too.” She inches her lips closer to my dick. “So damn desperate,” she finishes as she finally takes me in her mouth.
I expel a sigh, basking in the sensations filling me as her warmth surrounds me, her hand still jerking me at the base. And like the greedy girl she is, she takes as much of me as she can, her tongue swirling as she moves her hand to cup my balls. When she releases my erection and drags her tongue along them, I groan, unsure how much longer I can last.
“Your mouth is goddamn dangerous, Parker.”
