Page 73 of Mother Parker
That was why I didn’t touch him. I didn’t put my hands on his head like he’d done with me. I didn’t try to drive his actions. I knew I could hurt him if I did.
I watched as his nostrils flared and his eyes widened, and more of my length disappeared between his lips.
“Fuck!” I groaned as I felt the tight wetness of his mouth.
But whenever I thought he’d stop, he simply breathed in and kept going until there was only an inch left from my root. The need inside me pulsed at the sight of him with my cock fully inside him and I almost felt my balls contract desperate to give him my seed.
My thighs clenched and my butt cheeks clamped together. Inhaling took more work and what was harder was the amount of composure it took to keep from spilling my release.
I’d never had that before. Never felt that before. Maybe when I was a teenager and a simple touch was enough to make me come, but not since. Not ever.
And then he pulled up, gasping for breath, and the strain in my body eased. But it didn’t disappear.
“What kind of magic are you?” I asked him when I managed to find my words.
“I’ll let you figure that out for yourself,” he said, crawling up to me and planting his swollen lips on my mouth.
The promise of his words increased my heart rate and my mouth dried.
“I want you,” I said.
He grabbed my jaw and raised an eyebrow, desire reddening his face.
“I want you too.”
He got off the couch and took my hand, leading me to a wooden step ladder on the other side of the room. He climbed up ahead of me, giving me a full view of his back and ass. His back was also full of butterflies. A single pink butterfly was poised on his right round globe, and before he could escape, I pinched it between my fingers and sucked the skin.
Hwan dropped back a little and then continued until he reached the top. I couldn’t climb after him fast enough.
The little mezzanine had a large bed. The mattress almost touched the floor but was set on a small wooden frame. There was a skylight on either side of the slanted roof and a bedside table with a lamp.
In the middle of the bed, Hwan was sprawled out with his legs open and a wrapped condom trapped between his teeth.
I all but growled, stumbling to the bed, hunching since the ceiling wasn’t high enough to take my full height, and lowered myself over him.
He hooked his legs around my hips and tore open the wrapper in one smooth motion. My crown pushed against his taint, and I rolled my eyes, holding in the moan that threatened to come out.
“It’s probably too small for you, but it should do the job.” He grabbed me with one hand and used the other to make quick work of putting the condom on me.
“I’m afraid I won’t last very long. Don’t think less of me,” I said.
He put his hand in the drawer beside him and took out a bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount on his fingers.
“How could I? Look at you? You’re perfect,” he said.
I watched him push his oiled fingers into his pink puckered hole, and I forgot how to breathe. Again.
“I’m not the one who’s perfect,” I said.
He grabbed my cock and stroked me with a growl. A growl that turned into a hiss as he pulled me into him.
I dropped my head back and hissed too, his feet pressing on my butt cheeks as he guided me into his tight, slick hole.
He cried out, and I looked down. His face was wrinkled in agony, and I tried to pull away, but he didn’t let me.
“Don’t. You’ll hurt yourself,” I told him, cupping the left side of his face and staring right into his shimmering pupils.
“I’m good, big guy. Don’t worry about me. Just…”
