Page 100 of Mother Parker
“Hmm…” he rumbled. “So I’m negative. What did yours say?”
He held me with both hands, forehead to forehead, and we breathed in unison as the heat in the pit of my stomach turned into a wild animal at what he was suggesting.
“I’m negative too,” I whispered.
“Do you want to…?” he huffed.
“Oh, you better fuck me hard and raw, Mr. Dorothy,” I replied.
My lips were covered with his in a second, and a hand pulled at the elastic band of my underwear, exposing my ass.
He wasted no time pressing two fingers between my cheeks, rubbing them along my taint and hole.
I groaned into his mouth, and he grumbled, roaring with a hunger that almost terrified me.
I pulled away from him and retrieved the lube from the mezzanine, and when I returned to him, he was completely naked, his mast at full attention in his palm.
Since I was still wearing my underwear, I turned my back to him and pulled it up and down over my butt with a smirk.
“Stop teasing and get your butt over here,” he yelled.
His voice made my stomach rumble, and I let my underwear drop to the floor before I stepped out of them and sat back down on his lap.
His cock rubbed under me and his skin sizzled to the touch. It might not have been the first time we were naked with each other, but it certainly felt like it, the electric current palpitating between us as we were about to do what I hadn’t done with anyone else before.
It wasn’t like I’d been saving it for anyone. I wasn’t precious about it. But no one had ever lasted long enough to even consider going bare.
But of course, it seemed fitting that it would be Parker I’d share this moment with. The one person who didn’t seem to want me just for sex. The one person who seemed to want me for me. All of me.
“Hey,” I said, and he smiled.
I pumped the lube in my hand and grabbed Parker’s cock behind me, spreading the substance all over him. He froze while I stroked him, and I continued to kiss his face, taking big breaths, bracing myself for this.
When I finally pressed him to my hole, it took my breath away, and Parker had found his as he let out a groan.
I bucked my hips, and my insides flared with pain and pleasure as I took him in, one breath at a time, one inch at a time.
When his crown hit my prostate, it was my turn to moan. He felt good inside me even though he stretched me like I’d never been stretched before and filled me like I’d never been filled before.
With every push, my temperature rose, and every roar we let out seemed to only bring us closer, tighter into each other.
There wasn’t a place in my body that didn’t feel alive and enkindled by his presence inside me.
“You feel so good, boba,” he cried into my mouth as he kissed me. I didn’t know if it was how weakened he sounded or the way he called me boba like it was a pet name, but I draped my hands around his shoulders, held on to the back of his neck, and lifted my hips just enough so that when I sat back down on him, we both felt it.
His body vibrated at the clash I caused, and I did it again and again, the friction hot enough to cause sparks.
Sweat trickled down my body, mixing with Parker’s, and stuck us together in a messy tangle I didn’t want to escape from.
Waves of pleasure washed over me, spreading sharp rods of desire to my limbs until my hairs rose and my skin was covered in chills. The only sound I could hear was that of our tight connection and our hips clashing together to create a melody that might not be harmonious, but it certainly was sexy.
“I’m gonna come,” he rasped. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come inside me. I want you inside me, Parker. Come inside me, Parker. I want to feel you. All of you,” I gasped in his ear before I sat and looked into his eyes.
He stared back, never fleeting, not distracted by anything, focused on me and only me.
And I enjoyed nothing more than watching his face strain, the muscles on his face tightening, as the cry of release fell off his lips like a forbidden fruit.
