I yanked her to the foot of the bed and knelt down, pulling her hips up as I lifted her legs above my shoulders. There she was, spread out at eye level for me, perfect for feasting on that pussy. I was just about to move in again when something wicked flashed in my mind. I slowly licked her pussy, pulling her clit into my mouth as I slid a finger inside her. Pumping in and out, I made sure I got her nice and wet before sliding my finger down to her second hole. I felt her body tense as I ran my finger over the hole. She started to sit up, but I pressed on her stomach with my other hand, holding her down as I flicked my tongue repeatedly over her clit.
Her whole body was shaking with need. With every flick of my tongue, I ran my finger harder over the tight ring of muscle, pressing to enter her with every circle. She started bucking against my mouth, urging me to make her come. I slid my finger inside her, groaning at how tight she was. God, if I could just slip my cock in there, I would come instantly.
“Parker,” she growled.
“Hmm?” I murmured as I sucked her harder into my mouth.
“I need you to fuck me.”
“I am,” I chuckled.
I felt her take my hair in her other hand and then she was pulling me tight against her, smothering my face in her pussy. It was so fucking sexy. Her legs jerked and closed around my head as she screamed out, bucking her cunt against my face. Her pants filled the room as she came down from her second orgasm. I quickly rid myself of my clothes, and then I was over her, sliding inside her in one long thrust.
She cried out, instantly wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me in as close to her as I could be. I couldn’t wait any longer. I couldn’t go slow with her anymore. I had cherished her body, but now I wanted to fuck her. I pulled out and slammed back inside, feeling like my whole fucking world was shattering just from the feel of her clenching me tight in her body. My hips pistoned against her as I fucked her with a need so strong that I thought I would break. I could barely hear past the rushing in my ears as my orgasm built deep inside me. I could feel the tightening and then saw a blinding light as I came hard with a few more frantic thrusts.
My arms collapsed beneath me and I was aware that I was laying on top of her, but I couldn’t bring myself to move until my heart calmed down a degree. When I finally rolled off her, I pulled her into my arms and for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to enjoy lying in bed with a woman.
Chapter Nineteen
Blake
Okay, this was really strange. What just happened between us was…amazing. Parker had just opened up and shown me a side of him that I didn’t think existed. But it all made sense now. Every time we were together, there were no emotions involved. It was very straight forward fucking. It was hard and fast, with absolutely no care. And now I realized that it was his way to stay detached from everything.
But this…snuggling with me in bed was something I didn’t expect. I mean, he wasn’t kissing me like a lover would or running his hands over me, but he was holding me to him, which was more than I ever expected from him. And now I had no clue where to go with this. Should I slip out and say thank you? Should I just stay here until he told me that I needed to leave? I didn’t want it to get to the point that he needed to kick me out, but I also wasn’t ready to leave whatever this was.
“Do you want me to leave?” I finally asked.
His fingers started trailing up and down my arm, and I looked at them strangely, wondering why they were doing that. Maybe he was in some kind of daze and didn’t realize he was doing it.
“No, I want you to stay,” he said gruffly.
Okay, now I really didn’t know what to do. He was so different, but why? Was this really all because I told him I didn’t think he was a rapist? Why would he even care what I thought? I was just some random woman. Then again, if I thought back on it, we were sharing something. Maybe that’s what he wanted. Maybe he wanted someone to talk to, but he didn’t know how to do it. Maybe if I started things off, he would open up more and talk to me. It was worth a shot. But he beat me to the punch.
“Where did you learn to fight like that?”
“I grew up with four brothers. I was the middle child, so if I wanted to hold my own in a fight against them, I had to be scrappy.”
He made some kind of grunting noise while he continued to run his fingers up and down my arm. “You don’t fight like you’re being scrappy. You fight like you know exactly what you’re doing.”
I chose my next words carefully, not wanting him to think I was some psychopath. I had a mean streak when someone messed with me. “When I was fourteen, one
