Page 94 of Ashes of Saints

His smirk fades.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock. Now.” Parker orders and I only hesitate for a second before I obey.

I no longer care.

My purse goes flying as I slide onto the floor, closing the small distance. Parker presses on the back of my head as my mouth opens and takes all of him inside.

“Yes.” He growls. “Fucking yes.”

I don’t know what this says about me, but being between his thick, powerful thighs makes me feel safe and secure. I’m sucking a guy off and aroused as hell, and I feel safe. What sort of fucked up bullshit is that?

“Where you should’ve been all night, Aurora.” Parker grunts. “Fuck yes. I love your hot mouth.”

I’m not going to tell him it’s where I wanted to be. He was the one who said this was casual, so I wasn’t going to follow him around or sit next to him like I was his puppy.

It might be true that I can’t say no to him when he waves his beautiful dick around, but after tonight, we need to discuss how we move forward.

Parker likes me more than he’s admitting.

I knew that before Travis pointed it out, but now he has, and given he’s one of Parker’s closest friends—friends who punch one another—it has just reinforced that I was right.

But if he doesn’t want this, then I don’t know.

I can’t deal with my mother's stuff and Parker’s almost damn bipolar tendencies.

My head bobs as I work his cock up and down, the length of it sliding down my throat. When I feel him swell, cupping his balls, he suddenly lifts me and I straddle his lap.

“Fucking panties.”

Snap.

“Get on my cock,” Parker growls as I grip hold of his shoulders, squeezing the cotton so I stay steady.

He doesn’t even know if I’m wet. I am. But how arrogantly confident of him to just press his cock at my entrance.

“Parker.” I beg for him to enter me.

“Don’t talk. I need to fuck you.” He hisses, sliding me down, inch by inch.

When I’m completely impaled, I take his face in one hand and he finally locks his eyes with me.

“Then fuck me.”

PARKER

AURORA COLLAPSES AGAINST my chest as the limo pulls up outside her building. She’s full of my come. Just how I like her.

I need to get inside, so reach for the tissues, shove a handful between our bodies and lift her off my cock.

“You owe me so many panties,” she grumbles.

“I’ll buy you the fucking company.” I guide her to the door as Eric opens it.

“Victoria’s Secret?” She smiles sleepily at me.

“All of them. I don’t care. Maybe you shouldn’t wear any.” I nod at Eric. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sir.” He smirks, but glances away.

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