Page 20 of Desirable

“And I said that I would have sex with you when you begged.” Parker stops moving long enough for me to question what he’s going to do. He bears me down into the mattress, capturing my mouth and a little bit of my soul when he kisses me. His hips start to move against me, rougher than before. When he breaks the kiss, that evil smile is back, his hair falling into his face. “I’m going to make you beg.”

My eyes fall closed. This man isn’t even inside me yet and I’m shaking with need.

“Holly, open your eyes,” Parker orders.

I’m having a hard time obeying as he presses the tip of his cock into me.

Then he stops moving, right along with my heart. If he doesn’t slip into me, I might cry, and I really,reallydon’t want to cry in front of Parker.

“Puh–Please,pleasemove.” He’s right, I will beg him for this.

“No. Not until you open your eyes.”

My eyelids flutter open to find Parker gazing down at me from above. He’s bracing himself with his hands on either side of me. I don’t know what to make of the naked adoration on his face as he looks at me.

Slowly, he eases more than the tip in before withdrawing again. He repeats this process, teasing himself inside me again and again until he’s filling me completely.

Parker is breathing heavily and I can see a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“Move, Parker.” It’s my turn to boss him around.

He chuckles and presses me down into the mattress with a searing kiss that brands me down to my soul. My hands thread in his hair, and I hold him there, waiting for him to move.

When he does finally draw out of me, he slams himself home. The sound he makes as he moves against me has me wondering how close he is to losing control.

He doesn’t just kiss my lips; he moves to my neck, nipping and biting me as he touches and feels me. His touch is fucking addicting, and I don’t know where to focus, on his hand on my breast, how he’s kissing me, or how he grinds his hips a little against my clit with each thrust.

I grab his ass, digging my nails in as if we can get any closer. He obliges as best he can until our sweat-slicked bodies are completely molded together.

My body is writhing uncontrollably until I go completely tense as my orgasm grips me, and it feels like I see the whole of the universe as I cry out, calling his name, over and over like a chant.

“You aremine,Holly. I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours,” I cry, sliding my hands up to his shoulder, holding onto him as his movements become jerky.

He pulls out at the last second, moving so he’s bracing over me, and takes his cock into his hand so his release spills all over me, marking me once again.

Parker rolls off to the side, both of us with our chests heaving as we lie there. I expect it to get awkward, that maybe he will realize this was a mistake, but instead, he drags his fingers through his come, drawing symbols on my stomach before he trails his fingers back down to my clit.

“I own you, and I own this pussy.”

Just when I think I’ve had enough, he slides two blunt fingers inside me.

I’m not capable of words, and I think maybe Parker knows this because he kisses me. It’s lazy, but he keeps kissing and touching before he moves down the bed to lap at me.

“You taste divine, and if I could, I would have your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And since it’s my pussy, I think I’ll do just that.”

He works me up, bringing me close before he stops again. I haven’t decided how I feel about his edging, but he’s not giving me any choice. My hands are fisted in the sheets as he eats his release out of me. And if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, I don’t know what is.

When he lets my orgasm roll through me, I don’t feel bad about nearly crushing his head in my thighs because he deserves it a little after keeping my orgasm at bay for so long.

“Tired of me yet?” he asks, dropping onto the bed beside me. His cock is already hard again as it bobs against his abs.

I’m finally able to really look at his body now, even with just the lights of Paris coming in through the windows.

“Not even a little. Can I ask you to do something?” I feel a little shy as the idea strikes me, but I’m feeling loose, almost like I can pretend that this isn’t my life.

Because it’s a little bit not. He’s only fucking me because our inhibitions are lowered after the party. He said he was going to wait for me to beg for sex, but all it took was a coy wink, and he had me screaming his name like he promised.