Page 86 of Mother Parker
“Well, I didn’t want to ruin the mood.”
“Ass,” he said.
“If you insist.” I grabbed both his legs and spread them open around my hips.
His laugh roared through me and straight to my crotch as he tried to hustle out from under me without much success.
“I’m not the only one who stinks,” he said. “Don’t you dare touch me with a filthy peen.”
“I can pull my clean one out,” I whispered.
“You’re hilarious. Shower. Now,” he said.
“Only if you join me,” I said.
He attempted to push me off him, but I didn’t budge. When that didn’t work, he rolled his eyes and gave me his hand.
“You make it very hard to say no.”
“All I heard was I make it very hard,” I told him.
I hoisted us both up and started stripping him as we backtracked to the bathroom.
“You’re insatiable, you know?”
“Where I come from, they just call it horny.” I yanked his T-shirt off.
“Where I’m from, they call it slutty,” he said.
I gasped dramatically—he was truly rubbing off on me—and pulled his pants open and down.
“I am a fucking lady,” I growled in his ear.
He paused and looked up at me, raising a brow.
“I’m a slut,” I said at the same time as he said, “You’re a slut.”
He laughed, hooked a hand under my chin, and pressed me into his lips. I pulled the shower curtain to the side, turned the tap on, grabbed him by the back of his legs, and dragged us under the heating water.
It trickled between us, around us, the temperature offering an extra kick to our activity. He deepened his kiss, pushing water into my mouth and the strain on my groin became painful.
I leaned him against the tiled wall and let go of his mouth so I could lick his chin, his neck, his earlobe.
“You’re still dressed,” he said in a high pitch that cut off as soon as I bit down on his lobe, grinding my hard cock over his taint and balls.
“Fuck my clothes,” I muttered, but despite that, he still helped me out of my T-shirt.
But the more we stayed under the water, the heavier my jeans got, so I let him go and took off my pants, turning him around so I could admire his bubble butt.
I pushed him against the wall and flooded his neck with love bites.
He arched his head back and nuzzled against me as I pressed my entire weight on him, my cock finding shelter between his cheeks. The water only offered some relief from the dry friction, but it was enough to get my stomach rumbling, eager to take him.
My body was always eager. No matter how many times, how many positions, how many ways I took him, I couldn’t get enough.
It wasn’t like before.
It wasnothinglike before.
