Page 139 of Mother Parker
“Don’t make me come until you fuck me, boba,” I groaned, feeling dangerously close to the edge.
Hwan let my cock out of his mouth with a pop and smirked as he pulled his fingers out of me and climbed back up to give me a big, sloppy kiss.
“Your wish, my command,” he said.
He pumped more lube in his hand, stroked it over his big cock, and readjusted his position on the bed, lining up his hips with my ass.
His crown pressed against my hole. I swallowed hard, watching him watch me, driving himself inside me slowly. The more he pushed, the harder my jaw dropped, my mouth dried, and the moan that came out of me was growly, almost animalistic.
I wanted to shut my eyes and succumb to the fusion of pain and pleasure coursing through me, but I couldn’t because all I wanted to do was watch my boba’s beautiful face burst with color and emotion.
I could watch that face all day long, and I’d never, not for a moment, get bored or look elsewhere for reprieve.
He’d helped me discover who I was, to accept those parts of myself I’d pushed away or brushed under the carpet for years. And not only did he help me discover them, but he also helped me embrace them.
And he’d made it look easy doing it. So easy that he’d made my journey so much smoother.
Was it stupid or immature that I’d fallen head over heels after mere weeks of being with him?
Maybe.
But if being smart and grown meant not being with him, I’d rather stay stupid for the rest of my life.
“I love you,” I said to him, a whisper mixed with grunts that carried through and brought a smile to his face.
Hwan pushed in farther, touching something inside me I didn’t know could or should be touched, and it sent me through a spiral of desire, satisfaction, fulfillment, and soreness, all in a matter of seconds.
“I love you too,” he groaned over me, reaching to claim my lips.
He thrust into me, and I felt the impact from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. A tight warmth enveloped me and burned brighter the longer we stayed connected as if one body, as if one soul.
I couldn’t move or breathe, just feel. Feel as he drove into me, against my prostate, sending sharp shivers of yearning through me that clawed their way out of my throat and mouth. I relished the new, alien sensation throbbing inside me until my cock pulsed and showered me with hot ropes of cum.
Hwan’s eyes flared at the sight of my spunk, and he put his hands on either side of me, plunging into me with a broken grunt until heat pooled inside me, and he covered me with his weight.
He took deep, full breaths, and I petted his hair, massaged his body, and pressed him into me until the cascade of exhaustion dissipated and I could kiss him again.
“I love you so much, you know,” I told him.
He hummed in agreement, closing his eyes in my arms.
I turned us sideways so we were both lying on the mattress and kissed his forehead.
“Do you love me?” I asked.
“You know I do,” he replied, opening his eyes and staring into mine.
“Tell me again,” I whispered.
He pursed his lips into a smile and breathed onto me.
“I love you, Parker Hawkins. I love you so much so soon, and it scares the hell out of me, but I’m too much of a glutton to push it away or tamper it down. I hope you’ll never break my heart—I know you won’t, but I can’t help but be afraid of how much I care about you. But I’m done hiding from love. I’m done shying away from all of it, so please don’t hurt me because I don’t know if I could take it,” he said, making my heart ache.
Not because I was going to do any of those things, but because that was exactly the kind of crazy shit going through my head that I tried to ignore and push to the back.
“I won’t ever hurt you. Please don’t hurt me,” I told him with my whole body.
“Never,” he said softly but assertively.
