Page 70 of Only for the Season
She stares at me for a long moment before nodding. She removes both items and now she’s standing before me – gloriously naked with all of her curves on display. Curves, I can’t wait to get my hands and mouth on again. And I will.
She opens up her arms. “Do I meet with your approval?”
“More than,” I growl. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I’m not perfect. My thighs are too thick. My hips are too wide. My breasts are too big.”
“You’re perfect to me.” With a start, I realize I’m not lying to get what I want. She seriously is perfect for me.
Shit. I’m falling for this small town baker. I never saw her coming, but she blasted straight through my defenses.
I grit my teeth. I may be falling for her but nothing will come of it. I’ve learned my lesson about relationships since I’ve become a billionaire. My parents aren’t the only people who tried to take advantage of me.
“Condom.” I motion toward the nightstand.
She contemplates me for a moment before making her way to the bed and opening the drawer. She snatches a foil package before returning to me. I watch her naked body as she moves. I could watch her all day.
My cock disagrees. It wants to be buried deep in her body. And I can’t do that if I’m staring at her moving around.
She places the condom on the coffee table before climbing on me. Her core is nestled against my cock. I can feel her heat through my jeans.
I don’t want to wait. I want to pound into her pussy. But I grit my teeth and stay still. Parker’s in charge. For now.
Her mouth melds to mine and I groan as her taste hits me – coffee, sugar, and a hint of sea. I love the taste of her. I want to drown in it. I’ll probably get hard every time I sniff the ocean in the future but I don’t care. She’s worth it.
She opens for me and I dive into her mouth. I explore her mouth as if I can’t get enough. Because I can’t. Kissing is usually foreplay I’m forced to do before the main act. But not with Parker. I could kiss her all day.
She drags her fingernails along my unshaven jaw as I massage and knead her breasts while she grinds down on my cock until it weeps.
I grunt and yank my mouth away from hers. “This is going to be over awful quick if you don’t stop grinding down on me.”
She bats her eyelashes at me. “I thought I was in charge.”
“Just warning you, I can’t fuck you if I come in my jeans like a damn teenager.”
She bursts into laughter. Her head falls back and her breasts bounce as she laughs. I’ll give her a reason to stop laughing.
I pinch her nipples and twist. Hard. She gasps as she grounds down on my cock again.
“Condom,” I order.
She snatches it from the table before scooting down my legs. She snaps my jeans open but I shackle her wrists.
“Careful.”
She blows out a breath before nodding. I release her and she draws the zipper down so slowly, I have to grit my teeth before I take over from her. This is her show.
Once my jeans are open, she digs into my underwear and pulls my cock out. “Put the condom on me.”
Even from underneath, I’m in command. Guiding her hands as she rolls the condom over my cock, slow enough to drive me insane. When she’s finished, she perches above me.
“Put me inside you,” I grumble.
She sinks down on me and I inhale a deep breath before I grasp her hips and take charge. Before I start thrusting into her from below.
She bottoms out and gasps.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
