“We should go to your condo. Ida might show up with the senior-citizen squad. It could be a real situation.”
Parker kissed me one more time before pulling out of the parking lot. His hand stayed on my thigh for the short drive across town to his condo. As soon as we were through the door, he pulled off my coat.
“You can’t keep tearing my clothes,” I said as his hands pulled at the thin material of my blouse.
“I only tore the shirt,” he said, kissing my neck. “The underwear came preripped.”
“I can’t walk out of here in a ripped shirt again,” I gasped as he pushed up my skirt, his fingers hot through my ripped panties.
He kissed me hard, our tongues tangling. I moaned, leaning against him. Parker pulled back.
“Fine,” he said. “You can undress yourself.”
He sat on the couch—well, sprawled is more like it—took off his watch, and gave me a lazy smile.
“Take your skirt off,” he said, unbuttoning his cuff links and placing them on the side table next to the couch.
I unzipped the back of the skirt and shimmied it off.
“And the blouse,” he said.
I undid the buttons, slowly letting the shimmery fabric fall to the floor.
“Now the bra. I want to see your tits.”
I ignored him and stalked over to run my hands down his muscular chest, satisfied at the intake of breath. His hands moved to slide over my curves.
“Nuh-uh,” I said, wagging a finger at him. “You said I was doing the undressing.” I kissed his jaw. If this was all I was getting of Parker Svensson, I was making the most of it. I grabbed his tie and pulled his head toward me. “I have a lot of lost time to make up for,” I said against his mouth.
Parker’s hands settled back on my hips. “Did I create a monster?”
I kissed him, our tongues tangling together, as I unbuttoned the small, pearly buttons on his white dress shirt. Greedily, I ran my hands along the smooth skin and rippling muscles on his chest. He hissed when I bit his pec then trailed my tongue down his abs. He was hard through his pants, and my pussy was soaking wet as I pulled down the zipper with a rasp.
Parker unclipped my bra and threw it to the floor. He shrugged off his pants and boxer briefs then obliged as I pushed him back down on the couch. His cock stuck straight up, thick and long. My pussy was aching for him.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” he whispered, his fingers knotting in my hair. “You want my thick cock in your tight, hot pussy, don’t you? I could put you on my cock right now and make you come in thirty seconds.”
“I have better staying power,” I told him.
“Been practicing?” he asked.
“Yep,” I said, trailing my nails around the base of his shaft, feeling almost giddy when his cock jumped. He was still aggravatingly in control though—there were no eyes rolling back in his head, just a lazy banked arousal. His thick cock was the only thing that let me know he had sex on the brain.
Parker snorted. “With what?”
“Ida gave me a large collection of dildos.”
“I’m better than anything you can buy.”
“Full of yourself much?” I knelt between his legs and grabbed the base of his cock. It was huge in my hand. I flicked my tongue out and licked the tip. His fingers in my hair tightened slightly. “This is way better than a dildo,” I said. “A dildo doesn’t do this when I put it in my mouth.”
I leaned over and slid the head of his cock into my mouth, taking in several inches until it hit the back of my throat, then slid it back out. Parker cursed and hooked a hand under each of my arms and dragged me up so I was on my knees and we were face to face on the couch.
“You didn’t like my mouth on your cock?” I teased, batting my eyelashes at him.
His cock barely brushed my pussy through the ripped panties. Parker rubbed my tits, teasing the nipples with his thumbs. Then his hand caressed me, slid down to cup my ass, then teased my pussy through the panties. He ripped the fabric, leaving my pussy dripping and exposed for him. He grabbed the head of his cock and slid it over my clit, making me whimper. I rocked against his cock as his head dipped down to kiss and suck my tits.
“Do you have a condom?” I said breathlessly.
