Page 87 of The Wrong Quarterback

“Parker,” I whispered in between breathless, urgent kisses. “I want you.”

“You have me, baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he said roughly, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it, just how he liked, and he groaned, his hips thrusting against me.

“No, Parker,” I said. “Iwantyou.” I pulled at my sleep shirt, sliding it up until I could awkwardly pull it off. I hadn’t worn a bra to bed, so I was bare-chested against him.

“Look at you. You’re fucking perfect, baby. And you’re all mine,” he purred as his hands slid up my inner thighs, and his thumbs briefly caressed the edge of my underwear. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he slowly tugged my panties off and threw them toward the end of the bed.

Parker suddenly pushed my thighs apart, holding me down as I squirmed under his perusal, his fingers slowly parting my folds as he took his fill and slid down my body.

His tongue delved into me, hungry and messy, every movement raw and consuming. There was nothing shy or restrained in his touch; it was intense, an unrestrained worship. He was tasting, savoring, his lips and tongue exploring withfeverish need. His fingers followed, gliding through my slit, parting me, so he could taste everything he wanted.

His mouth closed over my clit, drawing me into a dizzying rush, his tongue dipped deeper, coaxing me open, his thumb circling and pressing just where I needed it. My body tensed, then shattered, every nerve alive as I fell apart around him. He didn’t let up, lapping up every tremor, my muscles still fluttering as he lingered, his tongue continuing its gentle rhythm. As the waves eased, he continued, kissing and caressing, every swipe of his tongue sending me into a starry haze.

He stayed down there for what felt like forever, keeping me coming over and over until I was hoarse from screaming from all the pleasure he had given me.

I felt high, like I was floating above the stars. As he crawled up my body, settling close, his eyes heavy-lidded and his lips shiny fromme…I wanted more.

“My turn,” I told him, and my voice came out more animalistic than human as he obediently laid back.

His dick was halfway out of his sweatpants, and I was out of my mind as I pushed them all the way off so I could have what I wanted. I knew he was huge from feeling him through his pants before, but actually seeing his dick in all of its glory…it was life changing.

His cock was huge and hard, the head red and swollen and already shiny with his cum.

“Can I taste you?” I murmured, an edge of sanity rushing back to me as I remembered this was all new to me. What if I sucked at it? What if I didn’t like it?

I took in the sight of Parker’s form lounging like a caged animal waiting to pounce, and I almost laughed. Of course I was going to like it. I was beginning to think this god was made just for me, designed to give me everything I could ever want.

Lucky me.

I leaned over, watching him as I tentatively licked along the mushroomed head. I slid my hands along the slick, solid shaft as I lapped at the bead of moisture that had just appeared.

He moaned, his gaze hot and almost crazed looking, like I was playing with fire and any minute, he was not going to be able to control himself.

I wanted that. I wanted that unhinged, all-consuming lust. I wanted everything he was willing to give me.

I squeezed, immediately licking at the moisture that seeped out.

“Please, baby,” he breathed. His hands were clutching the sheets, every muscle in his chest and arms tensed and outlined. And it was all because of me.

It was a heady, otherworldly…powerful thing to know I was the one that was making this beautiful creature react like this.

I slid my lips around the head and took him as deep as I could. I didn’t care what girls bragged about; there was not a throat on this planet who could take this cock all the way down. I sucked harder and harder, my hands sliding and gripping and squeezing along his length as I concentrated on the head. I was sure that I was awkward, and there were a million things I could improve on. But what I lacked in experience, I was trying to make up for in desire. I’d never wanted anything the way that I wanted him.

He was moaning, his hands tangling in my hair as he guided me up and down his dick. I loved it. I may not be able to say the words to him, but I could think it…I loved his dick.

I loved every other part of him, too.

“Baby,” he rasped, sliding out of my mouth and dragging me up his body, his length hard and sticky between us.

“I’m going to come in your sweet cunt this time. Your perfect mouth will have to come later,” he growled before pulling me in for a hard, dirty kiss that had me dripping against his thigh.“Are you ready for me, baby? There’s no going back, you know that, right? You’re already mine, but once I get inside you, it’s permanent.”

He kissed me one more time before he rolled us over, so he was hovering over me.

“I’m on birth control,” I blurted out as he slowly slid his dick through my sopping wet folds. It was hard to get the words out because it already felt better than anything I’d ever experienced.

There was a strange gleam in his eyes as he took in that news…almost like he was disappointed. “Are you?—”

“Am I clean?” he murmured, pressing a bruising kiss against my lips before he pulled back, his forearms on either side of my head, so I was completely covered by him. He was so much bigger than me. I loved this, this feeling like he owned me. It was a strange thought, but I realized…I’d never felt so safe.

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