Page 11 of Steamy Dunk
But she wanted more, needed more. She needed his lips on hers, his skin against her breasts, his hands all over her body, and she wanted it now.
Parker was more than happy to oblige, pulling her down to him, peppering her skin with his mouth before making his way back to her lips. He slowed things down a little, lingering and teasing her in a way that made her want him to speed up and get to the good part.
And she could tell she was having the same effect on him with the way she could feel his rock-solid cock straining against his pants as she moved over him.
When she was getting ready tonight, she told herself that she would be respectful and not think about whether his cock was proportional to the rest of his lanky frame, but now she really wanted him to pull it out and show her what he had under there.
He started to speed up his work, grabbing at her now, his hands kneading into her ass, his tongue swirling in her mouth,his moans shaking her chest. Oh fuck, did she want this and want him.
"Would you like to see the rest of my place?"
She should've said yes, had him slowly walk her into his bedroom wherever that was, but she wanted him and she wanted him now.
"Here," she moaned as she kissed him again. "You need to fuck me here and do it now."
"Is that what you want?"
His voice was dark and husky now, demanding to get an answer.
"It's what I want."
"Tell me you want me, Violet."
She moaned in frustration. This wasn't like her. She wasn't forward like this with other men. But Parker wasn't like other men and she could almost guarantee that what was about to happen wasn't like what she had ever had with other men.
"I want you so fucking bad."
That was all the encouragement Parker needed before he quickly flipped her on her back, letting her sink into the soft sectional as he hovered over to rip off his shirt.
"Take those fucking panties off," he demanded.
Violet didn't need to be told twice and stripped them off. She looked up at him to get his approval, but he was too busy unzipping his pants and shoving them down to his ankles. He was fumbling with his wallet, his hands almost shaking as he pulled out a condom.
She liked this part, liked watching men prepare for her. But when Parker pulled himself out of the boxer briefs he was wearing, she wasn't totally prepared. He was rock solid and ready for her and she couldn't help but feel some pride in the fact that she had that kind of an effect on him.
Violet started to pull her arm out of the sleeve of his tuxedo jacket that she was still wearing when he stopped and stared at her.
"Don't you fucking dare take that off," he growled. "I want to see you come so fucking hard in my jacket."
It was a demand that she was more than happy to oblige. The jacket was silky on the inside against her bare skin and smelled like him. But it was nothing like the real thing.
Parker lowered himself onto her, slowly and deliberately as she opened up for him. His arm came around her waist to lift her higher and hold her place, his eyes not leaving hers. He seemed to looking to her for reassurance, that this was what she wanted and needed from him.
"You good?"
She could only nod in response.
His next move was swift and demanding as he plunged into her, her back arching in ecstasy, her body adjusting to his hard cock. She couldn't even say anything, could only grasp his arm to hold on to him and ground herself.
"Oh, Violet." His moans were warm against her cheek as her heart beat loudly in her ear. "You feel so good."
She responded by finally taking a breath, finally releasing her tight grip against his arms for just a moment.
But then he started moving against her and she was barely hanging on to reality, his thrusts hard and determined, each one sending more ecstasy through her body. This was what she wanted, what she needed, and she was going to get everything she could out of this.
Because this wasn't normally how she would end a first date. She had a one-night stand once before back in college but that was so long ago and with a college boy who didn't know what he was doing.
Parker knew what he was doing. He knew so well. His hands on her body, his mouth on her breasts, her neck. It wasn't going to take her long.
