“You’re mean.”
“I have a very nice bed that I hardly ever use,” he said then easily picked me up in a princess carry.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. One of his hands cupped my breast as he carried me across the condo and down a hallway to the bedroom and set me down on the bed.
“Don’t you want to—”
He teased my nipple, nipping it and rolling it with his tongue.
“Don’t I want to what?” he asked, looking up, gray eyes silver in the low light from the window. He pressed his hand to my pussy, stroking me lightly.
“I just thought,” I said and bit down a moan.
“I’m going to put on another condom.”
“Not that. Your sheets.”
“What’s wrong with them? This is a very expensive bed comforter. It’s imported.”
“I know!” I gasped as he stroked me. I wanted to buck against his hand, but he held me still. “Don’t you want to take it off? You know, like when you stay in a motel, you’re supposed to take off the comforter because it’s dirty.”
“This isn’t dirty,” he said as he did the magic swirling thing on my clit.
“But it could get dirty.”
“I’ll just buy a new one, or it can just be the sex blanket. Whenever I fuck you, I’ll spread it out. It’s like Pavlov’s dogs—when you see this blanket, you’ll go wet and weak at the knees and beg me to fuck you.”
He kissed me hard. My pussy was aching for him. His hand, while good, was not enough.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“You’re going to have to do a little more work before we get to that point.”
“What, like going down on you?”
“No, I’m going to go down on you after I get you off.”
I dug my nails into his biceps. “This isn’t fair.”
“You need to increase your staying power,” he said.
My hips ground against his hand, making needy little circles. “I want your thick cock.”
“And I can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy,” he whispered in my ear. “But I have way more control than you do.” He bit my ear lightly as his fingers pressed against my clit in just the right way.
I rode out the orgasm.
“I think that was slightly longer,” he said with lazy smile spreading on his face.
I fumbled between his legs and ran my hand down the length of his thick cock. I wanted it in me.
“Still horny?” he asked, his hand back to stroking my pussy, spreading the slick wetness around. I bit his mouth hard.
“Fuck me.”
Parker laughed, and then he flipped me over. I was on all fours, my arms trembling.
“You can just admire all the hand stitching on that comforter you’re so worried about if you’re going to bite me,” he said.
