Page 60 of Happenstance
I had half a second of rational thought when he tore my shorts off and propped me up on the counter. Unfortunately, my moment of reality had nothing to do with what was happening. It was stuck on the amazement of how easily he moved me. I was almost as tall as Shelby, who was not an easy person to toss around. Yet Parker lifted me as if I was a tiny little thing that weighed nothing, like Harper.
My stomach flipped at the devious grin on Parker’s face. Before I could say anything, he dropped down to his knees and placed my feet on the counter. Embarrassment tore through my cheeks, heating my skin. The most sensitive part of me was on display, and he was staring right at it. Licking his lips in a hungry way. I froze, not sure what to do as his fingers slid up my wet slit and pulled my lips apart.
“That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Was that a compliment? It felt like a compliment. Should I thank him? What came out of my mouth made me wish I had said thank you.
“You have a pretty penis.”
Wow. That was a stellar response, Lana. You get the dirty talk prize.
Parker smirked up at me, increasing my mortification. “I fucking love how cute you are.”
Again with cute?
I moved to get off the counter, but Parker stopped me. His fingers dug into my flesh as he held my thighs apart and leaned in. The instant his tongue slid through my slick folds, all doubt left my mind. The only thing I could concentrate on were the shivers racing across my skin. I thought his fingers felt good, but dear god…
Parker continued to eat me, causing me to white knuckle the counter as he licked me from opening to clit. Slow, even strokes that had my whole body on fire. Then his lips wrapped around my throbbing bundle of nerves and stars exploded behind my eyelids. My moans echoed through the air, along with the inhuman noises I was making. Parker sucked and licked, drawing me into a cloud of thick ecstasy so heavy I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t feel anything except his hot mouth, and the wave crashing through me.
My orgasm was just coming to an end when I felt something else. The smooth, hot head of his thick cock pressing against my opening.
“Look at me,” Parker growled.
I didn’t even realize my eyes were still closed until he said that. I tried to open them. Fought against the heaviness, but I couldn’t do it. Because then I would see him. I’d see the adoration I could hear in his voice, and that was utterly terrifying.
“Come on, Angel.” He pushed the tip of his cock in, forcing my tight walls to stretch, “Let me see those pretty eyes.”
I shook my head while my hips rolled, trying to sink more of his length inside me.
Parker’s hips snapped forward, causing me to cry out, and my eyes to fly open. It wasn’t the sudden fullness that had my heart hammering in my chest. It was the man staring down at me. The hunger and desire shining deep inside his grey eyes. The love. I could feel every inch of him. Every song his soul sang. The anger, the need, the want. The love.
I didn’t argue when his lips crashed down on mine. Didn’t fight when he began to move inside me. I wrapped my arms around him and moaned every time he sunk inside me. He growled in my mouth while digging his fingers into my ass as he used me. And I loved every minute of it. The power behind each thrust. The feeling pouring off of him into me. Nothing had ever felt so good. So perfect.
Parker stuck true to his word and took it easy on me. Sliding his hard cock in and out of me at a slow pace. I could feel everything. Every ridge of his hard length rubbed against my inner walls, filling me with need and angry desire. I wanted his aggression. Wanted to feel the power behind his muscles. I needed to feel his dominance, because Parker was right. I was, and always had been, his.
“Harder,” I moaned, looking deep into his hooded gaze. “Fuck me, Parker. Show me I’m yours.”
“Fuck, baby,” Parker groaned, while sliding his tongue up my neck. His finger’s speared into my hair, pulling my head back with a harsh tug, “Hang on, Angel, I’m gonna pound into this pussy.”
That’s exactly what I did. Clung onto his shoulders as he plowed into me with so much force my body shook with each thrust. The rougher he got, the tighter the coil deep in my belly got. I felt myself floating closer to the edge. It was right there. So close I could taste it.
“Parker,” I whimpered, “Please.”
“You want to come, baby?”
I looked up at him and nodded, but the bastard stopped.
“Do you love me, Angel?”
I froze, inner walls clenching around his length buried inside me. How could I say that? I didn’t love him, did I? Sure, I’d followed him around and admired him from afar for years. I might know that his favorite color was yellow, and he didn’t like cream in his coffee, but love?
I glanced around the bathroom at the tiles and knick knacks placed everywhere. Orchids, waterfalls and sunsets. All things I liked. Even the color scheme was my favorite. Parker hand picked everything in this house for me. He stood up to his mother for me. All of it, every decision he made was for me.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling my heart swell as I met his gaze, “I love you.”
Parker smiled and gave me a little thrust. Just a taste of what I needed.
“Again.”
