I was aching and wet. “Yes.”
“I think I can help with that. Bend over.”
The leather rubbed against my pussy as I leaned over on the bed. The riding crop was back, trailing over my ass and pressing against my pussy. I spread my legs. The leather was a little constricting. I needed it gone; I needed to feel him.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered.
“You hit me,” he said simply.
“Then hit me back then give me your cock,” I said with a moan.
He tapped me lightly with the riding crop. Suddenly, I wanted more.
“Harder,” I urged.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He hit my ass with the crop. I cried out. “Harder!”
“Sadie?”
“Sex bucket list item,” I said, looking back and winking at him. “I need my billionaireFifty Shades of Greymoment.”
Parker frowned slightly.
“Recently ex-virgin here, remember? I have a lot of catching up to do.”
Parker’s eyes narrowed. Then he hauled back and struck me across the ass.
I screamed out, “Yes!”
The whip landed in front of me. “You might want to bite down on this. It’s late; I don’t want the neighbors to complain.”
“No soundproofing in your fancy-pants condo?”
He leaned over, the harness rubbing against my bare shoulders. “You’re loud when you’re fucking.” He slapped my ass lightly and pressed his fingers to my pussy.
I wriggled back against his hand. “Rip it,” I urged. “I need you.”
“I might need a knife. It’s leather. Oh, wait. Someone thoughtfully put an opening here,” he said mildly.
I was feeling anything but mild as Parker slowly unlaced the strip of fabric covering my pussy. I moaned when he spread my legs to stroke me with his fingers.
“I can’t wait to fuck you like this,” he said, inserting two fingers in my opening.
I cried out as he crooked his fingers then pressed his mouth to my clit, licking and swirling his tongue until I was a panting, sweaty mess.
“Fuck me!” I pleaded.
Parker ignored me, content to stroke and tease me. I bucked back against his fingers as he stroked inside my opening while his tongue went at my clit. My eyes clenched, and my whole body tensed as I came.
I was breathing hard as Parker walked around to the other side of the bed and reached into the nightstand for a condom.
“Get up on your knees,” he ordered. “I want to see your tits in that outfit when I fuck you.”
I rose, my thighs trembling, as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself in front of me. His cock jutted out, hard and thick. He slowly ran his hand along the corset, tracing my curves, then up to my tits. He caressed them and kissed them, swirling one nipple in his mouth then the other. I grabbed onto the harness around his chest to hold myself up. My pussy was wet and hot for him. He kissed me hard, his tongue tangling with mine as his fingers found my clit, stroking me.
