by V Vee
I watched as Parker’s gaze moved over me and swallowed back the groan that threatened as her eyes darkened. There she was. My Parker. The one and only. The woman of my dreams. The woman who belonged to me. Who always had.
And always would
God, she looked amazing.
“L-Logan,” she stammered out breathlessly. Parker was wearing a light pink tank top, with a pair of loose cotton, grey shorts riding low on her full hips. Her thick black hair was pulled up into a ponytail at the top of her head, her face clean and devoid of makeup, her full lips parted in surprise. Her dark brown skin was on display, and man, did I look and enjoy the view.
I couldn’t wait to taste her again.
“Good morning, Gorgeous. Can I come in for a cup of coffee?” I asked, feeling my lips turn up into a sexy smirk when she simply continued staring.
“Umm… y-yes, come on in,” Parker stammered and opened the door wider so I could step in.
I went to move past her but before I did, I leaned down to whisper a promise into her ear.
“I’m going to take you. Hard. Every inch of you. With my mouth, my tongue, my teeth, my fingers, my hard cock, and my seed. And after I cum, I’m going to take you again.”
I heard her gasp in surprise, and I chuckled darkly before leaning down to press a chaste kiss on her lips. It had to be chaste and quick—the only time I did anything quick when it came to this woman—because if I had kissed her the way I wanted to, I would have lifted her up into my arms and fucked her against the wall.
Children and neighbors be damned.
And really, I wasn’t that type of guy—usually—but it had been way too long since I’d felt the tight squeeze of Parker’s slit around my aching cock and I was growing impatient.
I stepped into the living room where my girls were watching some show with a talking baby… talking babies—what the hell kind of cartoon was that? —and said hello to them, before settling down to spend time with them. I was distinctly aware of Parker entering the room long minutes later, her eyes bright and hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt and I smirked again, knowing my words had affected her. Knowing that she’d probably taken a moment to rub her pussy and have an intense orgasm before reentering the room.
I watched her as she made her way over to the opposite couch, reaching out to snag her hand, her left hand, and brought it up to my mouth. I pressed a kiss to her palm and flicked my tongue over her fingers.
Fuck.
Just as I’d suspected, though she’d no doubt washed her hands, I could still fucking taste her on her slender fingertips.
She was still just as delicious as I remembered.
“Ew! They’re kissing!” Noelle exclaimed.
I released Parker’s hand and winked up at her, noticing that she was breathing much harder than before, and turned to my girls.
“You kiss people that you love. So, I’m going to kiss you now!” I said, and jumped up, stomping towards her like a monster.
“No!” Noelle screamed, a giant smile on her face. She grabbed Holly’s hand and the two took off running. I gave chase, pausing long enough to smack Parker’s ass, before I ran after my girls. Kissing them each on the cheeks, before letting them run off again.
I may not have known about them before. I may be new in their lives but that love, that connection was there. That need to protect them. To do anything to make them smile, make them laugh, make them happy was there as well. They were as important, if not more so, than their mother.
Which meant I had to clean up some loose ends from the time I spent in Germany before my bad decisions in the military came back to bite me in the ass.
Hours later, the girls were in bed and Parker and I were sitting in the same living room we’d been in earlier that day. We were talking. Or rather, Parker was babbling about her job, the girls, anything she could think of to try and ignore the tense, sexually charged atmosphere between us. I was going to give her more time to chatter on about nonsensical things, matters that could all be discussed in the morning, but the force of the surging need and lust inside of me, coursing through my veins had come to a breaking point, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Parker and I belonged together, needed to be together.
Now.
“When was the last time you were with someone, Park?” I asked when there was a slight lull in the conversation.
The tip of her tongue appeared and swept the sensual curve of her bottom lip. She shifted on the overstuffed armchair she was sitting on. No doubt trying to get pressure on that pretty, fluttering clit. Attempting to ease the empty ache deep inside her that my words had caused.
Oh, my poor baby. Has it really been that long?
In a gesture that had to be unconscious, that was both seductive as hell and sweet, she brushed her fingers over her mouth. As if she were remembering something. A kiss. A tongue. Feeling the stretch of her lips around a cock.
My cock.
“Not since you left,” she admitted.
“Have you wanted to sleep with another man?” I pressed, the question barely audible to my own ears through the filter of dark, thick lust pounding in my head, my body. I was angry at the thought of any man touching what belonged to me. Enraged at the thought that any other asshole had the opportunity to take what was mine. Or that Parker would want them to, but I remained in my seat. I needed to hear her answer. Before I proceeded, I needed to know if I were erasing some other fucking asshole from her memory, or if I were simply solidifying my place there.
“No,” she whispered with hesitation. “You’re the only man I’ve ever truly wanted to be with.” She looked up at me, her eyes full of pain and devastation. The look ripped through me and I felt guilty.
Guilty because, hypocrite that I am, I’d slept with other women since Parker cut off communication with me. At least three. None of them were her, however, and though I’d tried to find women all over the world who reminded me of the only woman who possessed my heart. It had been difficult sometimes not only to find one, but to even get an erection. So often I’d had to close my eyes and imagine it was Parker’s mouth sucking me dry. Her pussy I was pounding into. Her ass I was sliding in. Her screams assaulting my ears.
A shudder rippled through me; I was disgusted with myself that I hadn’t been able to preserve myself for her. That I hadn’t had more restraint. And yet…
Maybe Parker had the ability to peer beneath the quickly crumbling shields of my control, my guilt, and see the ever-present, always hungry need to get my hands on her, and the love I always had for her. It must be her secret power because only seconds later, she lowered herself from off the chair and sank to her knees in front of the couch where I was perched.
Right in between my legs.
“I wonder if you still taste as good as you used to,” she whispered.
The last charred vestiges of my restraint and conscience screamed at me that while I’d begun this entire situation, that Parker and I still needed to talk. To clear the air, but I ignored them both and slid back on the couch until my spine hit the cushion, before I lowered my hands to my belt.
Unbuckled it.
Unfastened the button at the waist of my jeans and tugged down the zipper.
The movements were… deliberate.
A part of me was giving Parker a way out, but another part of me wanted her desperate for me. Aching for me.
I was trying to punish her for running from me. For not telling me about our daughters.
For thinking she could walk away from me.
But in trying to punish Parker—with her lips parted, her chest rising and falling as if struggling to drag in air—I am also putting myself in an agonizing, painful grip of lust. Reaching inside my boxer briefs, I fisted my erection. The rush of relief as I squeezed my throbbing, hard-as-hell flesh made me groan as if I were enduring hot rocks being placed against my naked skin. The sound scrabbling its way up my throat and rumbling out of me. Parker’s pretty, dark brown eyes fixated on my pu
mping hand only increased the pleasure-with-a-bit-of-pain higher.
“Gimme,” she whimpered. That goddamn whine stroked over me like an eager, warm tongue.
Hers.
It had been way too long since I’d experienced the wonder of her mouth. The utterly delectable stroke of her wet tongue stroking the stalk of my dick. I shoved the cotton and denim down, needing her to see all of me is just as she remembered. Just as hard for her. Just as aching.
I needed her to crave me with the same gnawing, unyielding greed that had been plaguing me for years. I stroked my fist over my length, slower, harder, feeling oddly dissatisfied, because no one could handle my cock like Parker. How could I fuck my hand with this goddess of a woman right in front of me? This woman who knew just how I liked it? But I was trying to prove a point.
Though if it was to her or myself, I’d completely lost sight of.
Short, harsh pants punctuated the air like small blasts, though I wasn’t sure if they were Parker’s or my own. Her gaze flicked from my face to my dick, back to my face, then down again. Like she couldn’t decide which to stare at—couldn’t decide which she enjoyed watching more. If I had her spread wide on the couch, shorts, tank top, and underwear gone, I might have had the same dilemma.
Who am I trying to kid? No, I wouldn’t have.
Parker was gorgeous. Her face could stop traffic during rush hour. But her naked, wet, swollen folds… Yeah, that pussy would either cause a damn riot or start a fucking war.
Damn.
I closed my eyes at the image of what she looked like vulnerable and exposed, offering that perfect sex to be claimed, corrupted, branded, and licked my lips. Another groan rolled out of me as I enclose the tip of my cock in my hand, twisting.
“C’mere, Parker,” I beckoned, curling the fingers of the hand not wrapped around my dick around the back of her head. “Touch me.”
Her long, elegant fingers pressed down on my jean-covered thighs, and the muscles involuntarily contracted under her palms. Goddamn, I could have come just from that light touch. Clenching my jaw, I stared down at her, part of me reeling in surprise. After years of going without this woman’s touch she was back before me, kneeling before me, hunger darkening her gaze, her hands and mouth inches from my dick.
“What do you want?” I asked her, burrowing my hand in her hair. The thick, heavy strands slid over my palm, in between my fingers, and my imagination ran amok. That dark hair gliding over my bare skin. Wrapped around my dick. My grip tightened at the vivid, dirty visuals, and Parker inhaled sharply. Her lashes fluttered, and a small whimper echoed between us.
I hardened even more at her obvious signs of pleasure. And just because I could, I twisted her hair around my hand, tugging again at her scalp. With another of those sweet, utterly sexy sounds, she leaned into my hold.
God, I forgot how fucking perfect she was. How could I have forgotten?
“Tell me, Parker.”
“I want you. In my mouth. Your hand in my hair. Guiding me. Taking what you need from me,” she said, her fingers curled into my thighs. “Don’t be gentle. Use me. I want to feel like a woman. Not like a principal. Not like a mother.” She looked up at me and I felt as if I’d been punched right in the sternum, I was blown away by the dark desire I could see in her eyes. “I want to feel like your woman again.”
Her words crashed into one another the longer she spoke, as if they were as surprised as I was by what she was saying that they didn’t know which way to go, which way to turn. But it didn’t matter; I heard every syllable and I knew exactly where to go.
Breathe, motherfucker.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
My control slipped away more and more with each breath, like delicate tissue paper that was steadily tearing right down the middle. Only Parker could do this to me with just a whispered plea.
I rubbed my thumb across her bottom lip, tracing the curve, dipping the tip inside. The edge of her teeth grazed my flesh, and the sensation rippled over my erection. Anticipation rode me hard, drumming deep inside me, sizzling under my skin. A part of me wanted to hold out a little longer, but damn that. I couldn’t. Not when I’d been without this woman for years.
Taking what you need… Don’t go easy… Use me.
The litany played in my head, a filthy little jingle that quickly became my favorite tune. I wrapped my fingers around the bottom half of my length again, and tugged her head down, down, down, until…
Oh fuck.
Her lips kissed the head of my cock for a chest-squeezing moment before they parted, opened, and I was sinking into the wet heat of her mouth. My body went as rigid as a statue. Christ. Our moans saturated the air, and as hers vibrated over my flesh, I can fully believe that Parker had been waiting for this—wanting this—for years. Waiting for me to come back. Wanting me for as long as I have been aching and dying for her. With my dick encased in the sweetest suction imaginable, I don’t have to picture her any longer, or the feel of her body underneath my hands.
Just as always, Parker didn’t wait for me to instruct her; her tongue slid over the swollen tip, smoothing, exploring. I didn’t stop her. That would have required moving. And I was paralyzed by such sharp pain-edged pleasure, I was a willing prisoner of her mouth.
She dipped her head, taking more of me, that agile tongue torturing me with its long, greedy strokes. Only when she withdrew, and the cool air whispered over my damp skin did my stupor shatter. With a growl that sounded just a little too damn animalistic, I pressed her head lower, not easing until her lips bumped my fist. I knew she could take it, and I was going to make sure she remembered that fact.
Shit.
The sight of her mouth stretched wide around my dick… No fantasy, no porno, no part of my current reality could compare to it. The way she eagerly worked her tongue, the slight flush across her dark cheekbones, the bite of her nails through the denim of my jeans telegraphed her pleasure to my lust-soaked brain. Then there were the moans adding another caress up and down my flesh. It was so fucking good. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. Couldn’t believe I’d gone years without her. Watching her slip and slide over me was hotter than the dirtiest sex I’d had before and after her.
I’d never been closer to heaven than I was when any part of Parker was wrapped around a part of my body.
My fingers.
My tongue.
My cock.
Her mouth.
Her ass.
Her pussy.
She shredded my control even further as she bobbed over me, sucking, licking… goddamn worshipping my dick. And fuck if she didn’t make me feel like a god right in that moment. A fucking unworthy deity. Humbled by the intense praise of his most devoted subject.
No. In this relationship I was not the god. Parker was. My goddess.
My love.
My everything.
Electricity raced and popped down my spine, dissolving into the crackling pool at the base of my balls. I gritted my teeth, fighting the signal that my orgasm was much closer than I wanted. Releasing my flesh, I thrust the other hand in her hair, both cradling her head and firmly holding her steady. Her eyes flickered to mine, and the lust raging through me rocketed from consuming to combustible. Pleasure darkened her gaze so much it appeared black. A spark of impatience flashed in the depths, and in spite of the need digging its claws low in my gut, a corner of my mouth quirked into a tight smile as feral satisfaction curled in my chest.
“Open,” I ordered, not waiting for her obedience but rolling my hips up and nudging her lips. I pressed inside, pushing deeper, sinking more than half of my length inside of her mouth and pressing the tip just down her throat for a moment. I pulled back as Parker flattened her tongue, offering me even more access straight to the back of her throat.
A groan tore from me, my control ripping at the seams. “That’s it, baby. Let me in.” It wasn’t a demand, it was a goddamn, guttural plea. Parker rose higher onto her knees, bent lower over me, and grateful, tha
t she offered this to me, I leaned down, and pressed a kiss to her damp forehead. Then, I straightened, as I slowly guided her down my cock.
“Fuck,” I snapped as the head bumped the entrance to her throat and slipped a little into that tight-as-fuck channel. I grunted, the only sound I was capable of uttering in that moment. My lungs seized as I withdrew then pressed forward once more, taking another increment of her throat. Feeling it spasm and flutter around my tip.
“Goddamn,” I snarled. The last remnants of my control disintegrated, and my dick pistoned in and out of her. Fucking her.
Use me. Use me.
The words spurred me on, making me thrust harder. Her nails pinched my thighs, and I hesitate for a moment, but no sound of protest emanates from her lips. No, she continued to suck at me like she couldn’t get enough, her entire world narrowed down to my flesh in her mouth, and mine on her.
Always her.
Lightning snapped through me, and I hurtled toward an orgasm that might indeed fucking kill me. But, fucking hell, what a way to go.
My balls tightened and draw up, and if unclenching my teeth were a possibility, I would have warned Parker about coming. About my seed bursting for to pour down her throat. Ask if she was okay with it, since it wasn’t something we’d ever done before. But I couldn’t, so I didn’t. “The little death” nailed me, and I exploded, growling through it like the beast the military has made me out to be. From my brain to the hot, burning soles of my feet inside my boots, I was land-locked by pleasure so keen, so sharp, it bordered on pain. Worse and so much better than the torture I endured in a German terrorist cell.
I came so violently, a part of me recoiled at what I’d become. Some feral animal gripping his female tight as he poured into her over and over. When I was finally, finally, spent, I released Parker’s head and fell against the back of the couch, harsh breaths exploding from my chest, residual pulses tripping over my skin and down my spine. Parker placed an absurdly gentle kiss on the tip, then lifted her head.