Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Parker watched me with those greedy gray eyes, wordlessly demanding to be fucked senseless. One hand casually stroked his leaking cock, and I was eager to help him with that.
“Roll over. On your knees,” I bit out as soon as the condom was in place.
It was a testament to his own need that he didn’t fight me on my demand. He shifted onto his stomach and put his knees under him. He started to return his right hand to his cock to resume stroking, but I caught his wrist and pulled his arm behind his back, pinning it to his spine while his face remained smashed against the mattress. With my free hand, I guided my cock to his hole. Parker’s complaints turned into a shout of surprised pain and pleasure as I entered him in one long, hard thrust.
Maybe I should have applied more lube rather than relying on what we’d stuffed into his stretched hole, but Parker had wanted that bite of pain. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have pushed me past the point of common sense. He wanted me as desperate and reckless as he was. Every time we were together, it became a contest of who could lose all control first, and the little fucker was so very good at pushing all my hidden buttons.
The heat and tight squeeze of muscles working my cock as I plunged into him pushed me closer to the edge of orgasm and helped me regain my control. Beneath me, sweat covered Parker’s hard body. He was all lean, toned muscles and long, hairy legs. His ass had a perfect round fullness that just begged for my cock. Watching my dick disappear into that greedy hole made me want to come.
“Harder,” Parker ground out through clenched teeth.
“What?” I mocked.
“Fuck me harder. Please…Declan…harder.”
To torture him, I slowed, shifting to short, shallow thrusts.
“Bastard! Fuck me! Do it!” He shouted as he lifted his ass higher, trying to change the angle. “Fuck me so hard. I want my boss to know what I was doing when he sees me limping through the office tomorrow.”
A new image filled my brain of Parker’s beautiful body hidden away under a dark suit, a hitch in his step, each movement careful and tense as he crossed the office, a file clenched unnecessarily tight in his hand. Just a line of tension around his mouth from the hint of pain that still plagued the hole I’d destroyed the night before.
And like that, what control I’d gained snapped. I gripped his hips and pounded into him. Parker howled under me, accompanying the loud slaps of our damp skin. The smells of sex and sweat filled the small bedroom. Under us, the bed groaned and the headboard slammed into the wall, but I couldn’t stop. Parker kept chanting my name, begging and shouting for it harder and deeper, as if my cock were the only thing that would keep him alive.
His left hand flashed across the sheets to slide underneath him and wrap around his dick. It didn’t seem like he’d enjoyed more than a dozen awkward strokes before he was screaming his release.
His body tensed and the muscles in his tight channel clamped down, squeezing me even tighter as I fucked him through his orgasm. My own broke free at last. Electric bliss lit up every nerve ending as I emptied myself into the damn condom. The world went white, and static filled my ears over the pounding of my heart. Everything was washed clean.
I remained still, soaking in those last blessed moments of ecstasy as I waited for my brain to fully kick in. When my breathing inched toward normal and I didn’t feel as though I were in danger of falling, I pulled free of Parker’s body. My companion let his legs slide out from beneath him and stretched out on the bed, a low moan rattling from his chest.
“Get me a towel,” Parker mumbled into the sheets as I shuffled off to the bathroom.
“No.”
His airy laugh chased after me, but I closed the door against it. After I dealt with the condom, pissed, and washed my hands, I returned to the bedroom to find Parker had only rolled over onto his back while I was gone.
“You wanna stay and go another round?” One corner of his wide mouth tilted up, and his dark hair was a messy halo about his head. A pleasant flush colored the cheeks of his narrow face, which only made his ghostly pale-gray eyes stand out more.
Parker Cain wasn’t handsome in a conventional way. His features were too sharp and harsh. His cheekbones were prominent in his lean face, and his jaw was a hard line that ended in a pointed chin. Even his mouth was a flat, mean line. The only softness that could be found was inside that mouth. He reminded me more of that handsome movie villain the female lead was always attracted to, even though you knew he was going to do something horrible to her by the end of the first act.