Page 98 of Forbidden Game

“Fine. But I can’t just laze around here all day, Parker. I need some compromise. I’ll go stir crazy if I do nothing.”

“I’m sure I can think of something to entertain you.”

Parker runs his hand down my thigh, and I react instantly, my quads stiffening as my pussy clenches.

“Parker.” It’s supposed to be a warning, but it comes out all wrong, all pleading.

“Shh, just relax. Let me look after you.”

His hand continues its slow perusal, trailing up and down my inner thigh. It skates over my skin with the barest touch, like a whisper. Each pass he travels lower and lower, closer and closer to the edge.

He uses his other hand to sweep my hair off my shoulder and begins peppering small kisses down the side of my neck. The dual sensation twists me inside. Anticipation builds in my blood.

A need like no other starts to burn within me. It’s a tiny ember at first, flickering deep inside. Little sparks dart with every touch.

His finger grazes the side of my panties and trails up the side of my groin. Slowly, that finger explores more. It trails over the silk covering my pussy, dipping low. The pressure increases as he slides that finger up my slit, and I don’t stop myself from clenching when the pad flicks against my clit.

“How does that feel?” Parker’s rough voice melts around my ear.

“Good. Really good.” I force the words out.

“Yeah?” He moves his finger in hard, lazy circles. “You like when I touch you like this?”

“I do.” My leg lifts without my permission and hooks itself over the top of my couch.

“I can see. Greedy girl.” His finger starts moving faster. “Does my greedy girl want more? Does she want this finger buried within her cunt?”

My breathing hitches.

Parker’s always had a mouth on him. But this? This is something else. Something I didn’t know I wanted.

“I can feel how hot you are. If I slip a finger under these panties, will I find you wet for me?”

As if he commanded it, that telltale wetness begins to pool.

I squirm in his hold. My ass brushes against something hard, and I realize it’s his cock. This is turning him on just as much as me, and the knowledge of that sparks confidence in me.

I rub against his cock again, and Parker lets out a laugh.

“Do you feel how much I want you, Sydney.?” His lips nip at my ear. “Do you feel how hard you get me?”

His fingers continue their rhythmic motion. But I want more.

“Please, Parker.” My hips buck slightly.

“Please, what?”

“Please…” My words stall as I fight the embarrassment. I can think the thoughts in my head, but voicing them is hard.

“Please put your fingers in my pussy, Parker. Please use that tongue to make me see stars,” Parker growls the words in my ear. “Are those the words you’re looking for?”

I nod senselessly, his words spurring me on. “Yes. Please make me come, Parker.”

“Your words are my command.”

His fingers dip under the silk, and the contact of his fingers against my mound sends chills up my skin. Two fingers slide up and down my slit, gathering the slick stickiness.

Those two fingers slip inside me with no resistance, and I almost cry out with relief. The feeling of his fingers inside me fills a void.

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