“Um.” My hesitations turned into a moan as he spread my legs apart with his fingers. His muscled chest pressed against me, and he crushed his lips to mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I spread my legs for him, my pussy dripping wet, my clit aching. He caressed my clit with his thumb, spreading the wetness around. Then he pressed his cock against my pussy, teasing my clit, brushing my hole.
My pussy was dripping. I was more wet than I had been when he’d gone down on me at my apartment. My hips ground against him, seeking the penetration. His cock was so hard, and I wanted it in me. He teased my clit with it, slid it down to my opening, as close to penetration as you could get, but still not actually taking my virginity. I wanted to feel him in me. I wanted to be filled, claimed. My chest heaved as his fingers replaced his cock. He rubbed my clit, giving me that delicious friction that was two steps away from what I wanted—his cock.
“Fuck me,” I begged against his mouth. He smirked, and I heard a condom wrapper rip.
“Ready?”
I bit his chin, spreading my legs. Then he was in me. I groaned. I felt so filled! This was amazing. I clawed at his back as Parker slowly slid every inch into me. It didn’t hurt; I just felt stretched and full.
I can’t believe I didn’t do this soonerwas my last coherent thought before the pleasure hijacked every neuron in my brain. I clung to Parker’s broad shoulders as he thrust into me again, harder, his huge cock filling me. I had never felt so taken, so wanted, so fucked. His cock brushed against my clit with every thrust. I bit his chin as he lifted me, angling me slightly so he could thrust into me harder.
My legs were wrapped around him, coaxing him deeper, and I panted against his mouth. I needed more. I needed—
Stars burst in my vision as I came. I sagged against Parker; he was still hard in me. I pushed my hair out of my face.
“That was it?” I panted.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Parker growled, pulling out.
“I mean, shit, all that build-up and it was like what, three minutes?”
Parker’s mouth dropped open. He stared at me for a long moment.
“I am not the problem,” he snarled, gesturing down. He was still hard.
I drooled slightly at the huge cock. Somehow it looked even bigger.
That was in me. Man, that’s why it felt so good.
“I just—” I shrugged. “I can’t believe I waited. What was I doing with my life?”
Parker rolled off the condom, shaking his head. His cock looked even better with nothing on it. It glistened slightly in the low light.
“Are you going to leave?” I asked him.
“I live here. Are you going to leave?”
“No. I want to do that again.” I was still staring at his cock. “Also, I guess we should take care of that.” I gestured lamely. I felt wired. I was still horny—my pussy ached at the sight of Parker’s cock.
Sometime between dragging me into the condo and fucking me on the kitchen counter, Parker had shrugged off all his clothes. Now he stood before me, the chiseled torso making that perfect Dorito shape from his broad shoulders to his muscular abs. He advanced on me slowly, his cock twitching with the movement.
“May I?” he said as I awkwardly messed with my clothes.
I nodded, mouth feeling like cotton. He slowly removed my ruined blouse, softly kissing my skin as it was slowly revealed. My head tipped back. He undid my bra and let it fall to the floor, carefully painting my breast with swirls of his tongue.
“I think I’m ready to go again,” I croaked.
“Hmm,” he said. “You just complained that it was too short. So now we’re going to do it nice and slow.”
Shit.
Parker chuckled as he kissed patterns along my torso.
“Yes, yes,” I chanted as he moved closer to my pussy. He licked the slit, not enough to get me off, just enough to tease. Then he drew back.
“You can’t just—”
“What, fuck you on the counter? I told you we’re going extra slow.”
