Page 53 of Happenstance
“What do you need?” His fingers gripped my hip, pressing my ass back into his hard cock, “My dick?”
Yes, yes, give me that.
But his hand let me go. My lips curled in a frown as a pathetic sound of desperation slipped past my parted lips. Parker forced his hand between my clenched thighs and slid his finger through my folds. “Or do you want my fingers?”
He pressed down on my clit, making me call out a desperate, “Yes!”
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The growl he released in response vibrated through my very soul. He worked me expertly, pinching and swirling my aching bundle of nerves, applying the pressure my body craved. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, Angel. But you have to be a good girl for me.” His hand wrapped around my neck, holding me firmly against him. “Can you do that for me?”
I nodded. Parker could do whatever he wanted. Hold me, bite me, choke me, as long as he kept doing what he was doing.
“That’s right, baby, give in.” His finger pushed in my opening, hitting a spot that made me scream his name.
That’s when he really finger-fucked me. Thrusting roughly in and out, hitting that sinful spot, over and over and over again. White hot sparks of ecstasy exploded behind my closed lids as a wave of pure pleasure stole my breath. I clung to him, riding out the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My inner walls clenched tightly to his fingers as an extreme gush of wetness soaked through my pants. That’s when I realized I couldn’t just feel him, I could smell him.
I wasn’t dreaming!
“Fuck,” Parker grunted in a deeply masculine tone, “I knew you were a squirter. I can’t wait to feel you soak my cock.”
While my body was completely and utterly satisfied, my mind was stunned.What just happened?
“I-I-I-I,” I stammered, staring up at his grey eyes, filled with dark desire.
His fingers were still in my pussy, slowly stroking my wet walls, and I was too hazed from my orgasm to push him away. I knew I should, but it felt so good, and it’d been so long since I felt this way. Loved and cared about in the most intimate way. I liked it.
You shouldn’t.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but watch as Parker pulled his hand out of my pants, smeared my juices over my lips and gave me a breath stealing kiss. It was so powerful that I actually sank into it, letting him control me with his mouth. Until I tasted something else. Something sweet, with a musky undertone. Me! My senses hit me like a freight train, knocking me back into harsh reality.
I tore my lips away from Parker’s hot mouth and growled, “I’m not your whore, Parker.”
“No, you’re my wife.”
“What?! No I’m not!” As if I’d marry Parker Whitley!
“Do you know all it takes to be legally married, is a signed marriage certificate?” My heart stopped at the way his lips curled. “You should really read what you sign.”
He wouldn’t. I could tell myself that all I wanted, but deep down, I knew, he would.
“I’m not old enough to sign a legal document.” I was only seventeen. Still a minor in the eyes of the law. “Anything I signed wouldn’t be legal.”
“Unless your guardian signed it too.”
Shit, Nan signed the contract too. But she would’ve noticed something like that, right? I thought back to that day and how the lawyer helped Nan and I understand the legal jargon so we wouldn’t have to read through pages and pages.
Oh.
My.
God.
“Time to get up,” Parker smiled down at the shock on my face. “We have school today, Mrs. Whitley.”
Chapter 17
Parker
Some days it feels like the universe is on your side. That God, or the fates, or whatever you want to call it, is on your side. I didn’t believe in any of that crap. Actually I thought faith was a gigantic waste of time. Why should I spend every Sunday praying to some mystical being when there were so many other things I could be doing. I had read up on religion though. Lana and her Nan were regulars in their church, and I wanted to know everything there was to know about my Angel’s beliefs.
