by J Peach
“Shid, I am, I’m hungry as fuck. But I gotta lose this nut first.” He sucked on my neck before gripping the skin with his teeth.
My brows furrowed at that and it took me a second to realize what he was talking about. The poking of his hard dick in the middle of my back was the only clarification to what I knew he meant.
“Are you serious?” I asked as I looked around the small diner.
Parker hummed before moving his head from my neck. He stood up straight and stretched. “I can't eat with a tight sack and I can’t nut on a full stomach. That shit’ll fuck up my damn diet.”
The bad thing about everything was that he sounded so serious. I started to ask him why in there instead of the car, but decided against it.
Fuck it.
I started walking toward the women’s bathroom, but Parker stopped me. He wrapped his arms back around my waist as he pushed us into the men’s restroom. After checking the stalls, making sure they were empty, he went back to the door, locking it. Parker then came to the sink where I stood.
As he was pulling off paper towels, my hand slipped into the front of his sagging jeans, grabbing his dick. My fingers stroked up the thick shaft until I reached the mushroom tip, giving it a slight squeeze. Parker let out a grunt in the back of his throat. The sexy sound had me looking up at him. That’s when our eyes locked because he had already been staring at me.
Pulling my hand from his pants, I undid his belt and then pushed his boxer briefs down his hip. Looking away, I began to crouch down in front of him.
“N’all, ain’t no need for that. Pull yo panties off then hop on that counter,” Parker instructed as he finished laying paper towel down on the counter.
Damn, I thought it was just gonna be head, not fuckin’! Now everybody gon’ know what we’re doing, shit. It ain’t no way I can keep my voice low when fuckin’ with him and he knows this.
“Parker…” I started to whine.
“Just press yo mouth in my neck or shoulder, you good,” he suggested.
Hell, that shit ain’t going to work.
Even though I was going to embarrass myself by getting loud, I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t excited about fuckin’ Parker. My stomach had tightened with anticipation and readiness from knowing what was about to happen.
Taking my panties off, I sat them in my purse. After washing my hands, I laid down more paper towel. Once the towel paper sat thickly on the counter, I pulled my dress up and then hopped on the sink counter.
My eyes locked on Parker’s stroking hand as it moved up and down his dick. My breathing quickened as my legs and pelvis started to shake from the tightness in my stomach. Anticipation and excitement consumed me. He hadn’t even touched me and I felt the orgasm reaching its peak. That’s how excited my damn body was and I didn’t like that one bit.
Even so, I couldn’t deny that I wanted it, wanted him. I leaned back against the mirror. Placing my feet on the counter, I opened my legs giving him clear view of my pussy. Licking the tips of my fingers, I brought them to my sex, spreading my lips wider. Then I began playing with my pearl.
Parker walked to me and moved my hands. He placed his leaky tip on my clit, rubbing before running it through my slit.
“Parker, you know better,” I said, pushing his pelvis back as his tip came to my opening.
He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a Magnum, quickly taking the condom from its wrapper. He slid it on. Coming back to my opening, he pushed his thick mushroom tip in.
“Ahh, sss,” I hissed as I pulled back.
Parker grabbed the inside of my thighs, stopping me from moving back. “Nuh-uh, don’t run. Relax,” he said as he slowly began to caress my inner thighs.
It never failed. It wasn’t so much his length that always had me backing away, but his width. Parker’s dick was just thick, fat, gotdamn it obese, and that shit hurt. I had to admit that no nigga could compare to Parker. It was crazy for me to even think that because I was in love with Leon’s dick. But size wise and stroking, he couldn’t touch Parker, hell, I could barely hang with his ass. And that was why no matter how many times we fucked it never failed that my ass always moved back.
Holding my thighs tight, Parker pulled out before quickly pushing back in, going deeper.
“Ah, my fuckin’, ooh shit,” I cussed as my dress fell from my mouth. Even though those words left my mouth, that didn’t stop my nails from digging into his hip and pulling him deeper.
What is sex without pain?
After the fifth time of him pulling out and pushing in, Parker filled me completely. He hadn’t even gotten a good stroke going before an orgasm ripped through my body. My pleasurable scream was muffled by Parker’s big hand covering my mouth. After I pushed his hand away, my head fell back against the mirror. My mouth opened wide as I let out soft, quiet screams that had a squeaky “Ah” leaving my throat.
Parker’s hips began pushing hard and fast against mine, causing my silence to be not so quiet any more as I moaned out
“Ooh, ooh, fuck! Parker, ah, ooh, ooh, ooh! Ah!”
My mouth was parted and I stared at Parker in amazement as I came again, this time with a high pitched scream. Parker leaned forward, bringing his mouth closer to mine, but like always, I turned my head away. Even though I turned away, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to take hold of my chin and turn my face toward his like he’d done the last time. But he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed the hem of my dress and pushed it into my mouth. Then he folded my arms just below my chest. He then slipped his forearms under both of my legs and once my legs were secure on his arms, Parker’s big hands got a nice grip on my arms.
And I was lifted off of the counter.
Oh, my God!
Suddenly, he began thrusting fast and hard into my body. The wet sound of our bodies was loud and echoed through the bathroom. The dress left my mouth and I tried to get my arms free, but he wasn’t letting go. My head fell back as a chorus of loud moans left my mouth.
How he gonna tell me to bite into his neck or shoulder and then have me in a position where I can’t reach either?
Quiet sex with Parker wasn’t possible. With his length and width, he repeatedly hit my sweet spot as well as my cervix.
“Ooh! No, no, no! Ooh, Parker, oh, my Parker! Fuck! Oh, my, ah!”
If no one knew we were having sex before, they damn sure knew what we were doing then. I couldn’t believe his ass, but dammit, I was loving every minute of it. Lying me back on the counter, Parker pushed my bra over my breast and then leaned forward, taking one nipple into his mouth as his hand squeezed and played with the other.
Once Parker’s thrusting became frantic, he flipped me onto my stomach and I came once again. Leaning me forward, one of his hands went to the mirror as the other held my hips tight to him. He thrust deep, hard strokes into me, repeatedly hitting my cervix.
Sitting up, one of my hands covered the hand he used to hold my hip while my other went to my stomach. I started bouncing my ass on him, meeting his thrusts.
“Gotdamn, baby girl, fuck!” Parker exclaimed with a grunt.
He brought his arm around my waist and held me even tighter. He then gave three hard pumps, sending my body over the edge as a powerful orgasm ripped hard through me.
“Ah, baby!” I screamed as I came.
“Oh fuck!” He groaned seconds after, pushing into me as he came.
When it was all said and done, neither one of us said a word. We just stayed like that for a second, trying to get our breathing under control. Then without warning, Parker’s hand suddenly came down hard on my ass. The stinging had my pussy contracting around him as well as a scream leaving my mouth.
“You son of a bitch! I swear to God if you ever hit me like that again I’mma kill yo ass,” I snapped at him which only made him laugh. As Parker pulled out of me, a groan left my mouth. “Oh, my…” my words faded into mumbles as I bit my bottom lip.
The beginning and the ending of sex always reminded me of just how
big Parker was. And with his size, he needed to chill on the roughness. As a matter of fact, we were going to have to talk about his roughness.
Now I loved it rough, just like the next person, but with his width and length, my pussy felt like it had been beaten with a hammer. And to make matters worse, we weren’t in the club so I couldn’t just lay about until the feeling subsided.
This that bullshit!
“Hold up, don’t move,” Parker said while turning on the hot water and then opening my purse.
“What the hell?” I stopped talking as he pulled out a black face towel. He then soaked the towel in warm water and rung it out. “Mmm, that feel so good.” I moaned when he began to wipe me off and Parker laughed at me.
“You want me to leave y’all alone for a minute,” he joked as he pressed the towel against me.
Looking up at him in the mirror, I glared at him. “Fuck you,” the glare on my face quickly left at his raised brow and suggestive eyes. Laughing, I shook my head. “Fuck you, Parker. I ain’t even messing with you no more.” His smiling caused the red scar on his cheek to stretch.
“Shid, save that lie for them fuck ass, whiny niggas back in Gary. I see you a player out there, had dude on the phone sounding like he was ‘bout to cry and shit,” he joked as he cleaned himself off and then pulled up his boxers just as I did my panties.
“He was not about to cry and I ain’t a player. I don’t lead no one on. I don’t make people think we are something we’re not or that we’re going to have something other than a sexual fling. No feelings are involved because once they come into play, everything ends,” I explained while fixing my bra once I had my breasts right. I pulled the dress down and then stood in the mirror and began to fix my hair.
“Sound like shit should’ve been ended between you and dude then, ‘cause that nigga got feelings.” Parker stood in the mirror fixing his clothes. Once he was finished, he let out a grunt. “Come on, damn. A nigga hungry as fuck right now.”
I looked away from myself in the mirror and glanced at Parker. He stood behind me rubbing his stomach. I laughed at him as I grabbed my purse. “You should’ve eaten when we got here instead of tryna fuck.” I opened the bathroom door with a piece of paper towel and then tossed it in the trash.
Grabbing me from behind, Parker walked us out of the bathroom. “Shid, you think I’m bullshittin’. If my dick hard and I’m hungry, I gotda nut first, otherwise its gon’ fuck my diet up. I’m not gonna be able to eat right or probably not at all and I’mma be pissed for like a week until I get my shit back on track.” Looking at Parker, I laughed. “You laughing, Syn, but I’m serious as fuck, yo. Gon’ sit over there,” he finished saying as he gave me a slight push to the booth seat that was opposite him.
Sliding into the booth, I sat my purse down on the side of me as Parker stretched out, taking up that whole side. I was glad I didn’t want to sit next to him.
“So why you out here in Springfield? Ain’t you far away from home? I mean, this like a couple of hours away from Bloomingdale?” I asked as a waiter came to our table with menus.
Instead of answering me, he ordered his food without even looking at his menu. “Get me a burger with fries, two steaks, a side of hot wings, a coke and a Sprite.”
“How many wings do you want?” The lady asked Parker and that nigga hummed like he really had to think about it. Did he really need wings, tho? He was big, but fit. If his ass ate like that how the fuck was that possible?
“Eight wings, Syn what you getting?”
I guess sharing his food wasn’t up for discussion. Even so, I stated my thoughts. “I could just pick off of what you eating.” The look Parker gave me told me I wasn’t touching his shit and his mouth assured my thoughts.
“N’all the fuck you ain’t! You better get what you want.”
Smacking my lips at him, I handed the waitress my menu. “I’ll get the steak and potato. On a separate dish can I get a few pieces of bacon, some shredded cheese and some sour cream?”
Nodding her head, she scribbled my order down on the notepad. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“An ice tea will be good,” I replied.
“Alright, I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
Once she walked away, I reached across the table and hit Parker. “So we couldn’t share food? You know yo ass ain’t gon’ eat all that anyway.”
With a small chuckle, he shook his head. “Yeah, I am. Besides, I don’t know you like that to be sharing food. That’s an intimate thing for me,” Parker said, making me laugh.
“Shouldn’t you have thought that before you took me to yo house?” Taking off his hat, he shrugged as he took out his phone and started texting. “So why are you so far away from home?” I repeated my earlier question.
He sat his phone on the table and looked out the window.
“This is my home, I live here.” He sounded serious, but I didn’t believe him. I mean, his name was all through Indy which is how I knew who he was. Parker then motioned around the diner. “Plus I had to check up on my businesses I have out here.”
My head tilted to the side as I stared at him with pursed lips. “You own this place?” I looked around the now empty diner.
“Yeah, this is my place.” He then pointed out the window. “I own a Barber Shop down the street and a construction company a few blocks over. It’s a couple other spots I own out here.” Parker stated prideful
After hearing that, I was impressed that he wasn’t just a typical hood. He had actually invested and started his own businesses. “That’s what’s up.” I smiled at him. I looked away a few seconds later once that jittery feeling slowly started to return. “I thought you were from Nap, the way folks talked about you when I asked who you were. I could’ve sworn you were born and raised out there.” The long red scar above his left eye moved as his brow rose. The one on his cheek stretched because of the crooked smile his lips formed into. “What?”
Licking his lips, Parker ran a hand over his head. “So, you were asking about me?”
Smacking my lips, I laughed. “Of course. I had to know who I was dealing with, especially if we were going to be fuckin’ around on a weekly basis. Every bitch in there was talkin’ about you. Well, about what you did and how big yo pockets were.” In the middle of me talking, my eyes rolled.
Parker reached across the table and muffed my head to the side. “Fuck you rolling yo eyes for?” He asked as the waiter brought our drinks.
“Because I can and because of the way everyone was speaking on you. Everything was about yo pocket, what you do in the streets. I honestly didn’t see the big deal. I mean, they asses was acting as if a hood never walked into that damn place or they hadn’t seen one before. It was uninteresting,” I told him truthfully and with a shrug.
I’d dated plenty of Parker’s in my younger days, so hearing how he lived didn’t impress me. Yeah, his money was good, but that wasn’t what drew me to him.
But apparently Parker thought it did.
“Bullshit. You know when you heard that shit it had you looking at me differently,” he stated as if his words were fact.
Already knowing where his head was, I waved him off. “No, I heard about you almost a year before we even started messing around and it wasn’t because of how deep yo pockets were. I’m no gold digger, far from it. I work for my money whether it’s stripping, working in an office, or fuckin’ for it, it’s all work to me. So yo money wasn’t it…” I trailed off as the waiter came back with our food.
Once the waiter left, I finished talking. “Like I was saying, your money wasn’t it. Niggas with money come and go, that’s why I can’t be a gold digging leech. You’re not the only hood or man around who want a dance or something extra. I have my hustle, which I get by on, so I was making good before you and gon’ continue to after you.” Pouring A1 sauce on the side of my plate, I cut a piece of steak, dipped it into the sauce and forked it into my mouth. “What?” I asked once I finished chewing and noticed Pa
rker staring at me.
“Okay, that’s what’s up. I get that. So if it wasn’t my pockets, what made you get at me?”
Laughing, I poked my fork at him. “You got at me.”
“You got a smart ass mouth. I’m telling you that mothafucka gon’ get yo ass beat,” Parker said before taking a big bite out of his burger. Reaching over, I stabbed one of his ketchup fries with my fork. Parker stopped mid bite and stared at me like I was crazy. “You really tryna get fuck’d up, don’t be picking over here,” he said as he moved his plate out of my reach, making me laugh.
“I’m not worried about you, Parker. And you got at me if I remember correctly. I may have initiated the sex, but you approached me. Yo pockets wasn’t what got me, tho, it was yo size. I like big dudes and yo ass walked over there looking like a big ass…what’s that actor’s name? He played in the Green Mile?” I took another bite of my steak as I thought about the actor.
After a second, I pointed my fork at him. “Michael Clarke Duncan. Like I said, I like big dudes. It was that and the fact you didn’t fuck with them nasty ass bitches in the club. So we were good. Then when we decided to do this on a regular and you was willing and got tested again, we were good. So deflate the thought of me being a gold digger because yo money isn’t it. Then again, that car right there, I wouldn’t mind having. You think if I put a lock on Miss Kitty, I could get one of those?” I joked as I ate more of my steak.
Looking up from his food, Parker laughed. “Oh, you like the car?”
Nodding my head, I grabbed my potato and started putting the sour cream, cheese, and bacon bits on it. “Pussy ain’t gon’ get you one of those. Yo ass gon’ be on that pole for about thirty more years.” Reaching across the table, I hit him. “Shid, I’m saying, tho’, yo ass pushing a bug around. If that’s all you could afford back then and you still whipping that mothafucka, it’s all you can afford now. If saving pennies ain’t helping yo ass, you better start putting away quarters and dollars to get one of those bitches right there,” he stated, but I could tell he was joking.