Page 74 of Mother Parker
“Just what?” I asked.
“Just…fuck me. Hard,” he said.
My cock throbbed inside him, and he hissed again.
I wanted to, I really did. No one had ever asked that of me. No one who was in their right mind anyway.
“I’ll hu—”
“Do it,” he begged with an edge to his voice.
“I warned you.” I dropped my body over him, so I could hover above his lips, and thrust my hips.
He let out a groan, and I trapped it in my mouth, putting my teeth around his lower lip.
I pushed and pulled hard, and even though he whimpered and cried and gasped, he didn’t let me stop. The sound of clashing parts filled the room and took permanent residence inside my head.
It spurred me on.
I pulled his lip, biting harder until I felt my insides tense, and I let go so I could warn him I was close.
He put one hand on my chest, the other around his cock, and stroked himself until I took over from him.
I fucked and rubbed him, and he stiffened under me, lifting his hips into my hand.
My body sparkled and my throat vibrated with a guttural groan. My cock throbbed, and I emptied inside him until my muscles went numb and I felt like I was floating.
The juices spilling out of him only moments later grounded me, and I collapsed on top of him, kissing him again, feeling his cum sizzle and spread between us.
Hwan looked up at me.
“What?” I asked.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” he said.
“You won’t hear me say no to that.”
He took a deep breath and relaxed on the bed. I dropped to his side and pulled out.
“Good. Because I want to take you to the root next time,” he said, and I’d be damned if my cock didn’t jerk in reaction.
I looked down at the condom that had bunched up to my crown, pulled it off, and disposed of it by the side of the bed.
“We’ll need bigger condoms,” I said.
“Condoms, Rose. Condoms, condoms, condoms.”
I chuckled, remembering the iconic scene from the Golden Girls and claimed his lips again.
“Plus, more lube,” he added with a nuzzle.
I smiled. I adjusted on the bed and supported my head on my hand, admiring our handiwork, tracing fingers over his cum and smearing it all over him. That was hot.
“What are the butterflies for?” I asked.
He shrugged and put his hand on top of mine as I continued tracing. I thought he was going to stop me, but he didn’t.
“Art.”
