Page 111 of Twisted Needs

His eyes ask permission as he reaches down to stroke himself. Wordlessly, I nod, tightening my grip on my legs and granting him all the liberty he needs. I feel his tip brush over my entrance first, being teasingly dragged up and down the length of my taint.

Pleasure prickles through me.

“No coming back, right?” he whispers in a more serious tone. “This is it, baby. I’m about to mark my name inside of you.”

A quiet intensity settles in, heavier with every breath. “Never,” I murmur, languidly dragging a finger down his chest. Something uneasy settles in me, barely noticeable. My mind can’t comprehend it; this is my Parker. He’s all mine now.

He’s watched me grow up, he’s seen me in every life stage…but he can’t help himself. Something inside him that’s grown so uncontrollable he can’t bring himself to resist.

A fucked-up part of me likes the idea of it. I mean—who better than someone who actually knows me? He knows how to take care of me, and that’s all I could ever ask for.

And somehow, it’s equally terrifying.

Parker slows a moment, like he’s reading my mind all of a sudden.“You okay?”

I take a deep breath and nod. “Yeah. Sorry.” I swipe a hand down my face.

“Are you okay?” he asks again. “Are you nervous?”

“You’re not?” I ask, laughing weakly.

“Not really.” He shakes his head. “I want this.” My expression tightens. I swallow hard and breathe deeply again. “Don’t be nervous,” he reassures me softly, kissing the inside of my thigh. The hair on his face tickles my delicate skin. “I’m still me. Your Pet’ka.”

That might be the one thing I shouldn’t be hearing. That’s the exact reason why I’m so fucking nervous.

“Naked Pet’ka,” I murmur.

His lips curl into a familiar smile, but the tenderness in his eyes is the first of its kind. “There’s nothing wrong with two grown men being naked together, Anders.” Parker drags the tips of his fingers up and down my thigh. “This is how grown-ups like to play.”

“Yeah?”

Parker quickly kisses the inside of my thigh. “Oh, yeah.” He positions himself again, tightening his grip on me and giving me a playful squeeze. “We can play this game together all day long, baby.”

The small of my back burns with intense heat and pressure the moment he pushes through, feeling like he’s tearing me apart. I close my eyes and suck on my bottom lip, curling my toes like I’m fighting off the pain.

“Mmm-Parker,” I whine.

Parker grunts louder the further he pushes in. “Try to relax a little,” he coaxes, spitting down where we’re joined for a little extra lubricant. “You’re too tight.”

“Hurts,” is all I can manage to get out. I feel like I’m losing my virginity for the first time all over again. “You’re too big.”

“My poor baby,” Parker taunts, slowly drifting to something a little softer. “Shift your hips and try to push me out.” He brushes his thumb over my nipple, stimulating it in small, drawn circles. “You’ll feel better,” he adds, grabbing onto my legs and pushing them against my chest. “Try it and see for me.”

It helps a little with easing the pressure, but it’s not enough to erase the pain that lances through me, brutally shooting up my spine. I’ve never felt so full in my entire life. The first full thrust lingers, low and unrelenting.

“Fuckkk, Anders,” he groans suddenly. “Feels like I just broke your fucking seal.”

“Feels like it,” I breathe. “Still hurts.”

He reaches out and grabs a pillow, positioning it beneath me to elevate my hips.

“Does that feel better?” he asks me gently. “It might be easier if you’re on your stomach.”

Not at all.

“No,” I breathe again quickly. “No, I want to see you.”

Parker rolls his hips, slowly pulsing into me like he’s building up for something even bigger. The deeper he goes, the quicker the wind is knocked out of me. The weight of his body pins me helplessly to the bed.