Page 159 of Twisted Needs

I let out a sharp breath, swallowing hard.

“I have a present for you.”

“A present?” I ask, turning around. “Grad trip to Ibiza?”

Parker bites down on his bottom lip and gives me a quick look, shaking his head. “When you get on your hands and knees,” he mutters in a voice so serious I almost believe this sexy little dominant act. “I’m gonna have to make sure my special girl⁠—”

“Oh my God,” I mutter before I can stop myself. “You’re ruining this for yourself.”

“Hey.” He snaps and points at me. “Don’t be rude. I’m in my element.”

I snort. “I’m having trouble taking you seriously right now…”

His mouth pulls into a familiar grin. “You sure?”

“Yep.”

“Really?” He hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me to him. I let out a startled sigh, already starting to feel myself tighten without meaning to. Especially when I look over his shoulder and see what he’s been hiding.

“What…is that?”

“Your present.” He picks it up in his hands and holds it up to show me. “It vibrates.” He kicks my legs apart a little as he pours a little lube onto the tip of the black plug—the likes of which I have never dreamed of having lodged up my ass.

My pulse is starting to make itself known again, and I can feel my body bracing before my mind catches up.

“Spread your cheeks,” he says softly.

And somehow, the softness in his voice is what gets me. Because he doesn’t sound like he’s pretending to be some tough alpha male or something…this is Parker speaking. This is my body reacting to the sound of his voice.

A slow, heavy awareness settles in my body now. I feel the pointed tip press against me, pain cresting suddenly. A faint tremor works its way down my legs as he slowly works it in. My walls are brimming with a taut pressure that hammers through me, stretching outward until I’m feeling it in every corner of my body. And then a click. The vibration comes, immediately disorienting. I exhale sharply, the sound catching halfway. This might be the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt. A warmth buzzes through me so colorful it’s hard to see anything but stars.

Parker drags his fingers up and down the inside of my legs, spreading the slick lube. “So fucking perfect,” he mutters in a voice that’s suddenly rough, like he didn’t anticipate himself sounding so unwound. “You really know how to kill a man.”

“I’m a good bottom.”

He chuckles softly. “Does that feel good?”

“Yea,” I whisper, holding onto him for balance. “Thank you, Daddy.” I know it does something to him when I call him that, but lately it’s just been rolling off the tongue a little too easily. It’s a word that encompasses every role he’s played in my life.

My safety. My companion. My lover. But beneath that, I wouldn’t be the man I am without him and his influence.

“Here, baby,” he murmurs. Wrapping his fingers around my wrist, he guides my hand down to his throbbing member. Wordlessly, almost automatically, I drop down to my knees. His warm, erect cock fills out in my hand if that were even possible. I run my fingers through his thick pubic hair, causing Parker to suck in a breath and anchor his hand on the nape of my neck.

Before my mind can comprehend what’s happening, he pulls my head down between his legs.

“I want you to feel that,” Parker murmurs, his grip tightening without release. “You want your Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Mhm.” It’s coarse and rough against my cheek.

“Use your words,” he instructs.

I roll my head to the other side, nuzzling into his groin like I’ve gone fully feral. My lips part as I dart my tongue out and lick a line up his shaft. “I want Daddy’s cock,” I breathe. “I wanna…make you feel good.”

I’ve fully lost it.

Parker grunts roughly, letting something primitive speak for him. “Yeah you do,” he mutters. “Because that’s the only thing that matters, yeah? Pleasing me?”

“Mmm. Yesss,” I hum, rubbing my face against him again. “I love it.”