Page 14 of Special Love: A BWWM Romance

"Alexa play Max's Medley."

A sexy brow arches in disbelief as the room fills with music. I lead him to my couch, pushing him back.

I never forgot him. Tonight, I won’t have to pleasure myself with him on my mind. I’ll have the real deal in my bed.

The tiredness from today erases the moment I straddle his body, rubbing my moist heat across his thick erection. I rock my body to the music, teasing his mouth with kisses, loving the sting of his smack against my bare ass.

I stand rolling in his face, and he bites my cheek. The sound of his zipper opening rings between the songs. He lifts his hips pushing his pants down. I turn and my mouth waters with anticipation.

“If you keep looking at my shit like that I might explode.”

He holds the condom between us. I open it. I roll it slowly down his shaft, it hits the base, and I swirl the tip of his head with my tongue to hear him growl. Then I anchor my hands on his shoulders, guiding him home. The first thrust fills me, and I buckle against him.

"Shit…damn baby." He pulls out and drives deeper. Hitting against my spot and I'm not ready.

“That pussy missed me. Huh…”

“Yes…” I ride until my legs are weak.

“I got you baby.”

He flips us, taking my leg over his shoulder. I scream his name like it's my native tongue. His grips on my hips, slapping against my body.

Our pants of pleasure compete with the music. His head falls forward, I reach up, taking his tongue in my mouth. How did I survive for eight years without this? Without him?

The sensation building causes my toes to curl, my spine to bend, and I beg for more. He gives, blowing hot breath in my ear still talking shit and panting my name.

I’m holding on to the edge of my restraint, the end is near. I clench my eyes tight stiffening under him.

“Stop amore mio. Relax.” Max chuckles. His strokes are long and deep, rocking our bodies in unison.

“I don’t want it to be over yet.” I whine.

"Let me hit it the way you like it, baby?"

I open my eyes, and there's a hint of fire staring at me. "Please…"

“Point to the room.”

I'm scooped into his arms until he lowers me to the bed, entering me from the back. His muscular body wraps around mine, biting my neck, and I lose it. All the pent-up energy from the day leaves on my body, and I'm nothing but a woman tangled in the bed with the man I love.

His groans fill my ear, and I arch my back, ensuring his cock is deep inside me.

“Parker…”

We surrender together, and I'll never be the same.

"I love you, Parker."

"I love you too." I glance up, realizing I can't mess this up again. I wiggle against him. "Now go to sleep because I need another helping of that."

“Just say the word.”

Minutes later, we fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Parker sleeps beside me. Yesterday seems like a dream. I try to piece it together. I guess it was inevitable. All her favorites hit me the moment I entered her, and I realized I’ve always held back a part of myself. A part of me that belongs to Parker.

I fell stupid hard for her before. She had my mind and heart locked to the point of losing myself in my grief. I gave her everything, and she chose her career over us. I can't forget it. But we can always build something new, together.

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