Page 33 of No Broken Promises

“Now, Remington.” Her purr, combined with that fucking nickname, drives me into a frenzy.

I bite out every word of my response, barely holding on to my control. “Not. My. Name.”

The smile on her face in response sends me over the edge, and I double-check to make sure I am lined up correctly before slamming into her core.

Parker’s neck arches back and she screams in pleasure as I thrust into her as far as I can.

“Fuck.” My grunt is met with a whimper as her nails sink into my neck and she matches each of my movements with one of her own.

I take her that way, against the wall in my living room, with a fucking smile on my face while I do it. At least until she clenches around me and I nearly lose it.

“Parker.” I gasp her name, needing more. Needing her.

She leans into the wall, and I try to get the right angle, but fail.

“Fuck it.” I pull her away from the wall, still inside her body, and step out of my pants, thankful that I’d had the forethought to take my shoes off when I first got home.

I carry her through the house to my bedroom, my dick bouncing inside her as we go. Parker’s groans and whimpers fill my mind as I push open the half-shut door and shuffle us into the room. Without letting go of the woman in my arms, I fall down onto the bed and thrust into her body even deeper than we’ve been before.

“Fucking perfect.” Lifting her legs so that they are wrapped around my waist more securely, I grip her thighs and claim her with every movement.

I will never get enough of the way her body feels under mine, and one particular stroke brings me deeper than I thought possible. With a satisfied groan, I lean down to kiss Parker, relishing the way her body opens for mine. Her fingers scrape my scalp as she loses herself in the kiss, and I know it won’t be long before I lose complete control.

With one hand, I reach between our bodies and press against her clit, needing the pressure to send her over the edge. But Parker, just as stubborn as she’s ever been, doesn’t let it go that easily. She pushes and struggles to take control, but her body tenses under mine as her climax grows closer. Her nipples grow impossibly harder, and I reach down between thrusts to pull one into my mouth, smiling against her skin when Parker gasps with pleasure.

The distraction works, because in the next few moments, Parker goes completely still under my continued thrusts. Then she shatters in my hands and around my cock. She pulses, clenching uncontrollably, and cries out as she falls over the cliff of ecstasy.

“Jeremy!” My name on her lips, Parker is overcome with her orgasm, and I can’t take it anymore.

I bite her nipple lightly, then release it with a soft ‘pop’ and press my lips to hers before I let go and grab her hips, thrusting into her as hard as I can.

“Hold on, Parker.”

When I see the pleasure-filled way she looks at me, I lose it. All I can do is fuck her. I give her every ounce of my body, my strength. Everything I am, I give to her in that moment, and as the agony of my climax leaves me stiff and unable to move, the look on Parker’s face burns itself into my brain.

Our labored breathing is the only thing to break the silence between us, and I finally extricate myself from her body. Before she can get up, I retrieve a towel from the bathroom, get it slightly wet, and then with every care in the world, I clean our mess from her body, relishing the way she shivers and moans when I caress her skin.

She doesn’t say a word, but she curls into my embrace when I pull her into my arms a minute later. For the first time in my life, everything feels like it is right. Parker lies in my arms. Her heart beats in a steady rhythm in tune with my own, and I listen to every thump while trying to figure out if I should tell her how I feel.

“Next time,” I whisper into her hair. “Next time, we’ll start out in the bed.” I kiss her head, like a sap, because I can’t believe that I finally have the woman of my dreams in my arms. I never, in all the years that have passed, thought we’d be together. And now that I have her, I won’t be letting her go.

Parker sighs, content and happy. Her body relaxes into mine. For another thirty bliss-filled seconds, we enjoy the silence of the night together. Then I watch as Parker sits up and slides out of my bed, turning to face me with an inscrutable expression on her face.

“Thank you, Remy.”

I smile, unable to help myself. “Don’t thank me, Parker. I should be thanking you. You’re fucking perfect. I can’t wait to taste you on my lips, too.” Just the thought has my dick starting to harden again, and I sit up so that I can reach for her and pull her back to the bed for more fun.

“I think I need to leave.”

With those quiet words, my entire world tilts on its axis. My hands drop down to the bed, and I shake my head.

“W-what?” Stuttering, I try to understand what she just said. “When? For how long? Why not stay the night? It’s late already.”

She doesn’t hide her nakedness, doesn’t try to grab a cover for her body, and I struggle not to stare at her tits and picture her under me while she speaks.

“Thank you for giving me back this piece of my life. For reminding me that there’s pleasure in life.” Parker smiles at me, like I’ve done her a favor by screwing her until she screamed out my name.

I still don’t understand. A haze of bright light filters over my vision, making it even harder to comprehend what is happening. “What?”

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