Page 80 of House of Desire

He jostles slightly behind me as I feel him kneel, knocking my legs a little wider as he settles in. The head of his cock brushes my opening. Once. Twice. Three times, allowing me to move away, and when I don’t, he pushes in.

Just an inch. Barely inside me.

Not enough.

Never enough.

But I say nothing. I don’t moan at the slight stretch, no matter how much I want to, as he pushes that inch in and out, giving me just a taste of what I want.

His hands continue their exploration of my body, traveling up my back and fisting tightly in my hair. But only for a moment. He’s edging me in every possible way. Continuing their journey, the exploring, his hands find their way down my arms and settle on my wrists. Pausing the slow movement of his hips, he grabs my wrists. With little effort, he raises my upper body off the mattress before settling my hands against the headboard.

Warm fingers encircle mine as he makes sure my grip is tight before letting his hands explore my breasts. With the lightest pressure, his fingertips circle the tight points of my nipples. The sharp, and sudden, twist makes me want to cry out at the delicious pain, but my teeth clamp together, locking the scream down like gold in a vault.

My pussy throbs with anticipation as his hands make their way back down to my ass once more. He lets out the softest moan as he spreads me again, my inner thighs soaked from his ministrations.

Grabbing handfuls of my hips, he thrusts into me and a silent scream escapes as his thick cock slides home inside me. He pauses, letting me adjust. I feel the addiction take root as he pulls out with excruciating slowness.

The headboard slams against the wall as he thrusts back into me, the sound of our hips meeting echoing around the otherwise silent room. More prepared, the pain diminishes into pleasure. I want to moan. Beg him for more. But I don’t, not wanting to break our silent agreement.

As he pulls out again, I squeeze my muscles around him, making him suck in a breath as he withdraws.

The move seems to push mild mannered Parker down, a wild, rutting man left in his place. He shifts behind me before slamming into me. Again and again and again.

The wall gets marked up as he takes me ferociously. My legs quake while sweat starts to bead along my spine. Our sawing breaths cleave the air as he punishes me. I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, but I don’t care as my orgasm starts to build.

Feeling my body begin to tighten, one of his hands drops as he begins playing with my clit, gathering my wetness on his fingers. The pace is relentless as Parker takes me, but I meet him thrust for thrust, hungry for everything he gives.

The wood of the headboard groans beneath the onslaught of his thrusts, but I barely hear it as his hand that was playing with my clit makes its way to my ass.

Circling the hole, his fingers drive me wild as they seemingly ask for permission. My head nods my enthusiastic consent as the tip breaches the entrance. I begin pushing myself back onto him, taking his finger deeper as my grunts start to come unbidden.

My muscles tighten as the crest of ecstasy nears.

Right as I fall over the edge, he adds another finger, filling me to the brim, causing me to explode.

My vision goes spotty as a guttural moan rips from my throat, the orgasm claiming my body as thoroughly as Parker claims me. After what feels like an eternity, I settle back into my body as his strokes become undisciplined. Frantic, even.

Leaning over me, he grabs onto the headboard. His sweat soaked abs flex as he drives himself into me as hard as he can, growling in my ear. I feel his cock thicken and with the first pulse of his release inside me, his teeth clamp down where my neck meets my shoulder, where he kissed me so tenderly earlier, pulling a shout of pain and pleasure from my mouth. His teeth push me into a second, smaller orgasm as he fills me with every drop of his come.

He rests against me, panting. My limbs shake, trying to keep us from falling to the bed. Parker pulls out of my aching body, but despite the soreness I want more. His feet pad to the bathroom and I hear the sink turn on as I drop down to the bed, unable to move.

The bed dips when he comes back. I cry out as he gently drags a warm washcloth between my legs.

“Sorry,” he whispers before placing a kiss on my lower back. I don’t know if he’s apologizing for the soreness he caused or for giving in in the first place, so I don’t respond but I spread my legs a little further, giving him better access. I start to drift off as he takes care of me and seconds before I’m pulled beneath the surface of consciousness, I could swear I hear him whisper, “I don’t think I can let you go.”

Icheck my phone for the seven thousandth time in the span of the forty-five-minute meeting, Mitchel giving me the side eye as the client asks a question I don’t hear.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“While yes, it does increase the cost some, bathrooms can be extremely difficult to add in later considering plumbing needs. I know it seems like an extravagance, considering it’s just the two of you that will be living in the home, but when people visit they’ll find comfort in having the bathroom in the room. It also allows for if an adult child ever needs to move back in, they can have their own suite. Or if you have live in help. It’s a huge selling point if you ever need to put the house on the market,” Mitchel says, saving me. “You can never have too many bathrooms.”

“I think he’s right, babe,” the blonde woman in the tight pink dress tells her husband, laying a hand on his forearm.

“Okay, let’s do that then. Was there anything else we were needing to make a decision on today?” he asks, checking his Rolex with impatience.

“No, that’s all for now. We are going to get a few permits in line, submit the plans to the city. All the formalities. Once we have everything back, we’ll break ground.”

“This is so amazing,” she says, clapping her perfectly manicured hands, the light catching on her giant diamond ring. I stand from the table, everyone following my lead.

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