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“Straddle me, cupcake,” he murmurs. “You’re going to ride me until you come, and I’m going to watch.”

Sucking in a breath, I hold it as I stare at him wide-eyed. I’m not sure why I raise my hands and place them on the center of his chest as I straddle his hips, but I do, and my eyes flutter closed when I feel his warm skin and hard muscles beneath my touch.

My lips part when one of his hands slips between my legs and I feel his finger glide through my folds. On an exhaled breath, my hands move to his shoulders, and my nails dig into his flesh there.

I can only hear our breaths surrounding me as his fingers continue to move between my legs, swirling around my clit before they move back to my center but never penetrate. I ache to have any part of him fill me. My pussy pulses over and over, begging for him to bring me some relief.

Digging my nails into his skin even harder, I open my eyes, my gaze connecting to his. I’m surprised to see that his eyes are back to their normal light coffee color, and he’s wearing a smirk on his lips as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“Wells, please,” I whimper.

“Please?” he asks as if he doesn’t know what I’m begging for when he knows exactly what I want. “Tell me, cupcake. Tell me that you want to fuck me, that you want my cock filling up that sweet, tight cunt. Tell me.”

My entire body breaks out in goose bumps, and my breath hitches at his dirty mouth. His fingers don’t stop moving, and he lets out a chuckle. “You like that, Parker. When I talk like that and when I tell you what to do.”

“No,” I lie.

He hums, taking his fingers from between my legs before he glides them across my lips. “You do like it,” he murmurs. “Your pussy doesn’t lie. Taste yourself.”

I could say no, but I’m too lost in him. Slipping my tongue out of my mouth, I slide it across my top lip, then my bottom lip, and do exactly what he asked—I taste myself. What I don’t do is break eye contact with him, per his demands, and I’m able to watch his gaze darken at the sight of me tasting myself.

“Take my dick, Parker.”

Lifting slightly, I look down as I align myself with his length and slowly sink down until he’s completely inside of me. His hands shift, his fingers wrapping around my hips as he firmly holds me there.

Inhaling a breath, I hold it for a moment, then let it out slowly. I feel like I’m being stretched to the limits, but I don’t feel like I’m going to be torn into pieces. I’m a bit surprised. His hands grip me so tightly that I know I’m going to have more bruising there tomorrow morning.

“Don’t move,” he demands.

I let out a heavy breath, biting the inside of my cheek as one of his hands leaves my waist and I feel his fingertips glide up my side and cup my breast. He gently squeezes me there for just a moment before his fingers grip me hard.

Crying out, I’m not sure if I like it or hate it. All I know is that it hurts. But when his fingers pinch my nipple and tug, it sends desire throughout my whole body, and I have the urge to move. I begin trembling as I try to keep my natural instincts at bay.

“I have to move,” I moan.

“No,” he grinds out as he continues to manipulate my nipple.

My thighs tremble as I try to hold back, as I try to follow his orders, but I don’t think I can last much longer. My body begs to move. It demands that I do something. I can’t just sit here while he touches me the way he does.

When his hand leaves my breast, I feel it between my legs, and I gasp. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I whimper.

“No,” he barks.

His fingers move. They play, they swirl and pinch, and I begin to sweat above him. I feel hot and almost sick to my stomach as I try to hold back. I have never experienced anything like this in my life.

It feels almost like a form of torture.

Maybe that’s exactly what it is.

Torture.

“Fuck me, cupcake. Let me see you take what your body craves.”

And I do.

I take and take and take. I’m close in what feels like seconds, my hips bucking over and over. Reaching down to the hand at my hip, I know I need more. I wrap my fingers around his wrist, lift his arm, and bring it to my neck. He lets out a groan, curling his fingers around the front of my throat.

My hips jerk, they buck, and then it happens. My belly turns warm and tingly, and my body feels as if it’s soaring. He lifts his hips beneath me once, twice, maybe even ten times. I’m not sure because I am not even on this planet. I’m gone, completely and totally lost in another atmosphere.

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