Page 136 of The Americana Playbook

“Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?” I nip at her ear before dragging my lips across her cheek and back to her mouth. “Even when you drive me fucking crazy, this is how hard you get me. What’s more real than that?”

“If you moved your hands just a little.” She rocks against me, painting my lips with lipstick and another one of those delicious sounds. “You’d find out.”

I lean back, lowering her to the ground. “I want you to show me.”

Parker pants, her gorgeous face a mixture of desire and distress. “W-what?”

I take a few steps backward, without ever breaking eye contact, and sink back into the chair.

Slowly, I unbuckle my belt, releasing the leather, and undo the top button of my shorts. My cock strains angrily against the fabric of my boxer briefs but happily adjusts to the new available space.

Parker begins to approach, but I hold a hand up.

“Take off your dress.”

Something inside me objects. I want to be the one to strip her down. But more than that, Ineedto see her want to do it for me.

Parker lifts the bottom of the red dress, raising the fabric so it slips above her head.

I lick my lips. “Take everything off.”

The moment the black lace panties and matching bra hit the floor, my cock jerks.

She takes a step closer to me.

“No.” I tsk. “On your knees.”

Parker tilts her head in confusion, her dark hair falling forward. A tight, rose-colored nipple peeks through the dark strands. I grip the swollen head of my dick.

“Fitz, what?—”

“Get on your knees,” I command, leaning back in the chair. “And crawl.”

Parker’s eyes widen.

I smirk, lifting my hips so I can tug down my briefs. “What? You’re worried about everyone else believing this is real. You should care more about showingyour husband.”

Parker’s gaze drifts down as she watches me begin to stroke.

“Now, crawl. Show me how far you’re willing to go.”

The tip of Parker’s pink tongue swipes over her lips. That alone should be enough to do me in—seeing just the smallest bit of her wanting me—and it almost is. I drag the cum that’s aching to explode from my tip down. When Parker slowly gets on all fours, my balls tighten.

“Ass up, eyes up, baby,” I tell her. “Eyes on me.”

Parker’s body curves deliciously as she snakes her way toward me, her mouth parted, breaths quickening.

As soon as she’s close enough, I reach out, rubbing one of her hard nipples between my fingers before palming her breast. “How bad do you want it?”

“So bad,” Parker mewls.

Her warm breath hits the sensitive skin of my swollen tip as her chest heaves with pants.

“Nowyou can be a good girl,” I tell her as she sits back on her knees. “And show me.”

I hold on, winding my fingers in her hair, but don’t guide Parker. I wait, letting her inch forward and slide my underwear and shorts fully down to my ankles. It only takes a second, but I wonder if I might pass out from the shock of the beauty that is the way her slightly-smudged red lips press a wet, soft kiss to the tip of my dick.

“Jesus, fuck.” I have room for no other words as Parker does it again and again before sliding her mouth more open against me and moving down, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft.

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