Chapter 8
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“I need a c**k,” I tell him.
“Let’s try this.” He shoves Mr. Pink into my p***y and turns it on. No preamble and
straight to the good stuff.
I jerk, body tense, familiar hum of my toy easing into me. My vibrator is an expensive one. It doesn’t make any noise that would reveal someone is secretly having some dirty fun. But it flutters inside me, delivering the sinful sensation I always crave. I squirm as he f***s me with Mr. Pink.
God. It’s good. Mr. Pink is a big vibrator and I can’t take the whole length. Even when I jam it in and the tip kisses my cervix, it’s only half its length.
Mr. Parker works the vibrator in until I’m full. He’s toying with the switch, causing more powerful vibrations to tear through me. He rubs and f***s it into me in such a way I can sense another climax roaring toward me. It dances along my spine, circling me as if it were a jungle cat ready to pounce. Every muscle tenses, drawing tight and ready to burst as it builds, crawling, running and dancing toward the end.
It’s a big one. Huge. And I can’t figure out how I’m going to muffle my scream. Mr.
Parker plucks my c**t with his other hand, stimulating me, while he whispers, that deep voice sweeping through me.
“That’s it, my little slut. Take it. Take that big c**k. Beg me for mine.”
I jerk my hips. “Mr. Parker…” It’s too much. I come in that instant, his words hanging in the air. I practically bend in half as I come. Hard. I gush juice, probably coating his hand with my pleasure.
He slips the vibrator from my cunt and laps at my c*m coating the toy and his hand while I struggle to keep my sanity in check.
“Mmm.” Mr. Parker purrs. “You taste so good.”
I catch my breath and beg. “I want your c**k in my p***y. f**k me again like the last time.”
“Jesus.” He scrambles from his position and settles behind me, spooning me. He nuzzles behind my ear as he pulls my leg up to rest on his hip, leaving me open, and he impales me on his d**k. In one thrust, he’s in me, stretching and filling like I remember.
Oh f**k. “Yes,” I moan. I love it. Love his c**k. Love the way it stretches the tight walls of my cunt. He eases in and out, prick quivering in my depths. I turn my head, searching for his face and I capture his lips. We f**k, but it’s not like the last time. He seems to want to go slow, savor the time we have left.
Fine by me.
Even going slow, taking his time and teasing me, hand stroking my breasts, stomach and tweaking me c**t, he manages to make me come twice more.
I’m delirious. I love coming multiple times, but it also makes me sleepy.
Mr. Parker hasn’t come yet, his stamina amazes me, his erection still hard as a rock.
He slips his c**k out of my p***y and replaces it with a couple of fingers, stroking me.
He plays with my cunt, making it just right, so good and deep, followed with a playful slap to my p***y.
He eases his fingers free of my heat, wandering, lingering on my ass. Mr. Parker plays over my nether hole, a thrilling sliver of the forbidden races through me as I moan and tip my hips back toward him. Urging him on.
I love getting f****d in the ass. It’s dirty. Slutty. f**k, I need it now that he’s toyed with me.
He pauses, his lips hovering over my ear. “Tell me, little girl, have you…”
“Been f****d in the ass?” I giggle quietly. “I love it.”
“Oh.” He sucks in a breath. “I want your ass.”
“Please.”
He positions his c**k head at my back hole. Unlike my p***y, the ring of my sphincter denies his entrance at first. Well, Mr. Pink doesn’t fit in my ass, and I’ve never had a guy with such a massive c**k f**k me there.
Mr. Parker sighs, fingers collecting my juice and smearing it over my puckered hole.
He’s gentle, nothing but rubbing for a while, and I relax, enjoy his sweet touching. A finger slips in, opening me. Then a second, stretching a little. I fidget beneath the lewd, dirty feelings of pleasure he draws out of me. Like isn’t even the word.
Ready now, he presses the tip of his d**k against my ass, the ring of my hole yields, letting him in. Oh so slowly, he eases forward, inch by inch, until he’s buried in me. I’m taken, conquered, his in every way now.
Oh, sweet Jesus. I can’t believe how good it is. When he moves, f*****g me in shallow thrusts, my p***y creams, empty and neglected. Wanting.
“You okay, baby?” His tone is so soft and sweet. Concerned.
“So good. I love it.”
“Oh, babe.” He kisses me. Tender instead of the racing passion we had earlier.
“Can you f**k my p***y too?” I’m a greedy w***e. I admit it.
“Fingers?”
“I need something bigger.” Slutastic. That’s me.
He grabs Mr. Pink. “This?”
I nod.
“f**k. You’re a naughty girl, Jessica.”
“But you like f*****g a naughty girl. Your dirty little slut.”
“I love it.”
He shoves Mr. Pink into my p***y and f***s me slow like he’s f*****g my ass. I bite my lip again so I don’t scream. I love double penetration. Having all my holes filled. A third c**k would fit in my mouth, give me everything I could ever want. It waters at the thought of a hard d**k against my tongue.
“Jessica…”
“Hmm?”
He kisses me open-mouthed as we both ride the endorphins slowly toward completion.
No f**k-your-brains-out-s*x this time. We don’t want to make too much noise. And it seems Mr.
Parker wants to make himself last as long as possible. I come three times before he finally can’t hold out any longer and lets himself go.
He abandons Mr. Pink, grabs my hips and thrusts a dozen times before he surrenders. He comes in my ass, filling my back passage with his hot seed. His c**k spasms more than seven times before it finally stops. I choke his shaft with my anal muscles. He swears, then chuckles quietly.
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