Page 26 of The Roommate Situation

You look incredible. You’re the prettiest one out there. He’s just jealous he doesn’t have control of you any more.

I shake my head as he steps closer. His brows furrow. “Is that a no, or –”

“No,” I say, softly, urgently. “I mean, no. I mean, it’s not a no.”

He grins. “Yes?”

I nod. The words are a whisper when I say them. “Yes. Yes. Kiss me. Please fucking kiss me.”

He grips both of my cheeks in his giant hands and slots his lips against mine. He’s gentle, and slow and so unbelievably sweet and tender. I slide my arms around his neck, and his arms move down, wrapping around my waist as I push up on my tiptoes to reach him better. I kiss him back, gasping when he grips my thighs and hauls me up, setting me on top of the counter. Our lips part for a moment and I stare at him, his hazel eyes dark, pupils blown wide, his cock fully tenting his pajama pants now. There’s even a wet spot where his precum has leaked through. Oh, fuck. It’s hard for me to believe that it’s me that’s doing that to him.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice gruff, and I nod. His mouth meets mine again. He kisses harder now, his tongue slidingalong my lower lip, and I hesitate before letting him inside. I’m whimpering in an instant as he devours me, sucking and licking on my tongue, running his fingers through my hair. I moan when he presses a hand against my back and slides me forward so that I’m pressed against him, my cock hard against his stomach. Oh, fuck that feels good. I start to rut against him and he moans, making my cock jerk.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I pull back and bury my face in his shoulder as I bite my lip, trying to stifle my whimpers and trembling. But I can’t stop moving. It feels too damn good. I cling to him as I thrust.

“Hey,” he says, stepping back and tilting my chin up to look at him. I almost sob at the lack of friction against my cock and have to keep myself from humping the air. “Don’t hold back, freckles. I want it all. I want you to make yourself feel good, okay? I want you to nut so hard you pass out, and I don’t want you to hide anything from me. I want all your pretty little noises. You feel good, I want to hear it. Okay?”

I nod and then grab his hips, pulling him back to me and wrapping my legs around his waist this time, letting the T-shirt I’m wearing slide up my thighs. “Don’t move,” I tell him, then grip his face and kiss him hard as I thrust my hips shamelessly against him. I moan into his mouth when I feel his warm, strong hands gripping my bare legs and then sliding under the shirt and pressing against my back.

“Nnnggg,” I whine, clinging to him as I use his firm, muscled body to get myself off. “Oh fuck, Parker. Fuck. I’m so hard.” I kiss him again, hard, and he returns the kiss, sucking and nibbling, tasting me. We moan into each other’s mouths, our fingers running through each other’s hair. I whimper when he tugs on my curls and my cock jerks. I pull back from the kiss, my hips still moving and my cock leaking like crazy in my panties. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “Come for me, little rabbit. You’re so fucking hot when you’re turned on. Don’t stop.”

God, he’s amazing, and his encouragement only spurs me on. Our lips meet again and I shiver when he runs his finger up and down my spine, stopping just above the waistband of my panties each time. I thrust harder, moaning louder as his tongue tangles with mine again. “Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m gonna… fuck, Parker.” I cling to him as my orgasm crashes into me and I’m spraying my release, filling up my silky black panties with my cum. I feel it sliding down my thighs seconds later.

“Damn, freckles, that was hot,” Parker murmurs as I grip his shoulders and rest my head against him, breathing heavily. Then he sinks to his knees and raises my shirt just a bit more, before his fingers slide under the waistband of my panties. “Can I?”

My eyes widen but I lean back and let him slide them off, my naked ass now perched on the counter. He drops the cum covered panties on the floor. Then he leans forward and I suck in a breath, gripping his dark hair as he licks up my spunk, my thighs trembling, and I feel tears springing to my eyes.

His gaze meets mine after he’s cleaned up every last drop. “You have the prettiest, most perfect cock in the world,” he tells me, then presses a kiss to the tip, making it twitch. “I’ve thought that since the very first night.”

“It’s small,” I tell him, my throat tight.

“It is,” he says. “But so are you, little dude. And it’s perfect for you. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Not even yourself. It’s adorable, and I’m as crazy about it as I am about you.” He kisses it again and again, then nuzzles it, and I have tears sliding down my cheeks when I pull him to his feet and kiss him again. I can taste myself on him and it’s incredible.

“Let me blow you,” I tell him, knowing he’s still rock hard. This is the first sexual encounter I’ve had where the focus wassolely on me, on my pleasure, on making sure I felt good. And it was incredible. I want to do the same for him.

“You don’t have, too, freckles,” he says, stroking my cheek. I smile.

“I want to, though.” I hop off the counter and blush when I see my cum soaked panties lying next to his feet. Then I’m sinking to my knees on the hard floor as I pull his pajama pants and briefs down, letting them pool at his feet, his huge cock standing at attention between his legs and leaking profusely. I lick my lips as my dick jumps, trying to spring back to life. I stare up at him, realizing this is the first time he’s been completely naked in front of me. Damn. I can’t get enough of his gorgeous, toned body and all that golden skin, his thick thighs dusted with dark hair and the light treasure trail leading to his beautiful cock. My dick twitches again and I lean in, nuzzling his groin. His breath hitches as he grips my curls.

“Fuck, why is it so hot to have you on your knees for me, wearing my clothes, with your panties on the floor next to you coated in your cum?” he says, his voice husky. I smirk up at him, then lick the tip of his cock, the taste of him exploding on my tongue. I moan and close my eyes, then lick the tip again.

“I won’t run away this time,” I promise. “I want to swallow you. Come in my mouth.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, ever the sweetheart. I nod, then hear him grunt as his grip on my hair tightens when I lick a stripe up his shaft, one hand gripping his hip and the other gripping his dick. I reach between his legs and fondle his balls, and he moans, spurring me on. I press my lips to his sack and kiss him before taking them in my mouth. “Oh, fuck, freckles, that’s good.”

I hum around him and suck for a bit longer before popping off. His dick is leaking like a sieve now, and I can’t help feeling proud of myself for that. I grip it again and lick from base to tip before taking him into my mouth. He grunts and his hand leavesmy hair. I look up to see him gripping the counter behind him, his face flushed and his pupils blown wide.

“Fucking fudgsicles, little man, you’re sexy as hell,” he rumbles, staring down at me. I take him deeper and watch as he throws his head back and his stomach sinks in, his knuckles turning white as he grips the counter harder. I moan at the taste of him, the weight of his thick, heavy cock on my tongue, filling me, the saltiness of his precum leaking out and sending zings of pleasure down my spine when it hits my tastebuds. I bob up and down, stroking him with my free hand and hearing his breath stuttering as he tries to keep from thrusting into me. His hand grips my hair again as he pants, and he pulls me off.

“I’m close,” he tells me. ”Can I move? Can I fuck your mouth, little rabbit?”

I nod. It’s been a long time since I had someone face fucking me, but I’ve always loved both giving and receiving blow jobs and I want to make this good for him. I want to make him fall apart with my mouth. I take him deeper still.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, yes, fuck, freckles, I’m close. So fucking close.” He thrusts into me, gripping my curls and making my eyes water as his dick slides in and out relentlessly. He stares at me and I know I must look like a sight, tears sliding down my cheeks, snot on my face as I breathe through my nose and let him use me. “Fuck, freckles, you look so good,” he says. “I’m gonna come.” He thrusts two more times and then he’s throwing his head back as his body spasms, his thighs trembling as he shoots down my throat. I gag as I try to swallow everything, and some of his spunk slides out of my mouth and down my chin.

He pulls out and immediately slides to the floor, taking my face in his hands. “Shit, are you okay? That was intense. Did I hurt you?”

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