Page 116 of The Publicity Stunt
“It’s part of your charm.”
“Really?”
He kisses my neck. “Mm-hm.”
“Is that all?”
He slips his hands up my T-shirt and my breath hitches the second his fingertips reach the seam of my bra. “I love your hair … and your smile.” He unhooks my bra and palms my breasts. I arch my back, pressing myself into his hands. “Your hands.” He sucks on the side of my neck. “And how they fit so perfectly around my cock.”
Oh, God.
He moves his fingers to my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index finger. “I also love your impractical shoes.”
A half-laugh, half-moan escapes my lips. “My shoes do it for you?”
“You do it for me.” He kisses my jaw. “And yes, I love your shoes. But I’m sure they’d look better propped up on my shoulders.”
His presses his hand on my hipbone, the other sliding across my back, grinding himself against me. He flicks open the button of my jeans and slides a hand down, running his fingers over the fabric of my underwear. I’m so wet and he hasn’t even started yet.
“You want me inside you, Chere?” he says and I nod.
I nod vigorously.
“Where?” He presses a finger against my slit, and I groan into his neck. “That tight pussy or your greedy little mouth?”
I whimper at his words.
“Tell me or I’ll choose for you,” he says and with his finger still rubbing against my underwear, he catches my lower lip and sucks on it.
“Mouth.”
He doesn’t waste a single second. Grabbing me by the shoulders, Parker pushes me to my knees, unbuttoning his pants and reaching down to pull out his cock. “You want me to fuck your mouth, Chere?”
I look up as he stands there holding his cock and nod, leaning in to lick the tip.
He moves back. “Say it, sweetheart.”
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Parker moves his hand out of the way and my lips close around the tip and I slide my mouth down his cock. I glance up at him, my mouth moving up and down.
“I forgot how good you are at this.” He strokes my hair, sometimes tugging on the strands like he’s resisting the urge to bunch it up and hold me still while he fucks my mouth.
“You have such a fine fucking mouth, Chere.” He strokes my hair again as I circle my tongue around the tip of his cock, stroking the shaft at the same time. His hand closes lightly around my ponytail. “Relax your throat, sweetheart.” He grasps my hair tighter and pushes in deeper.
I moan.
He thrusts in and out, going further and further into my throat each time. “You like this, don’t you?” Parker stares down at me, his cock pumping in and out of my throat. “Getting face fucked by me.” He pulls out and the second I manage to get out a soft “yes,” he shoves his cock back in my mouth. “You look so beautiful taking me. Such a gorgeous fucking mess.” His words are driving me crazy, lighting every nerve ending on fire.
Parker lets out one last groan before pulling out of me again.
“Stand up,” he instructs and I immediately comply.
The second I stand, he pushes me up against the brick wall and I suck in a sharp breath. The balcony is pretty narrow, so he lifts my legs, wrapping them around his hips, and my feet rest on the railing behind. “Promise to stay quiet?” Excitement buzzes through my veins. I nod, eager, and move my lower half against his cock as he presses up against me. He smiles. “We’ll see.”
Parker lifts my T-shirt and bra, and lowers his mouth to my breasts.
He swipes his tongue against my nipple and I regret having made that promise. Oh, God. I bite my lip and he presses my clit. A hard swallow moves down my throat.
