Cat & Mouse Games (Tempting Mr. Parker) by Gia Blue Page B

underside, give him a gentle twist while I blow him.
    I slip a finger between my sopping folds, tempt and tease him. Silently beg him to give me what I want.
    In a blink, he’s on me, crawls between my thighs and shoves his dick into my pussy.
    I mewl.
    He groans.
    We don’t need foreplay… the mental masturbation I went through on the way over, the anticipation thrumming through my veins, has made me more than ready for him.
    I wrap my legs around his lean waist, wrap my arms around his neck, hold him close. He plunges deep, hard and fast, then stills inside me. His cock throbs in my channel, pulses. He’s humongous and stretches me beyond belief, to the point of pain, but I love it. God, I fucking love it. While he was gone, I’d purchased an expensive cyberskin dildo I’d named Mr. Parker Two. And used it… a lot. When I was horny, and my roommate was at class. But nothing beats the real thing, the real dick, the real Mr. Parker breathing in my ear while he thrusts in and out of my needy cunt.
    He braces his weight on an arm near my head and uses his other hand to stroke my cheek. Fire blazes in his eyes, a need I’m sure my own eyes reflect. “I missed you, Jess.”
    I lean up, kiss him deeply in response. I pour my emotions into our connection, show him without words that I’ve missed him, too.
    He’s a quiet man, generally introverted. For him to reveal what’s in his heart means more than words can say.
    Mr. Parker returns my kiss with enthusiasm; his tongue plunges into my mouth, fucking me with the same eagerness as his cock fucking my cunt.
    I gasp and writhe. Everything feels too fucking good, too much… yet not enough.
    He pounds my pussy in short strokes, his shaft grinding against the inner walls of my cunt. Shock waves of exquisite pleasure burst and flow through me like an exploding volcano.
    I exhale through my clenched teeth, frantic with the need to come all over him. “Fuck me, fuck me, please…”
    “Damn, Jess.” He quickens his pace, gives me what I need and crave.
    “Joe,” I sob. I sink my fingers into his hair, claw his scalp and heave as I surrender my body to his insatiable thrusts.
    It’s there, my orgasm, hovering just out of reach. I lift my hips, raise them to meet each of his rapid thrusts. The slap, slap, slap of our bodies fills the quiet room. He keeps going, a machine… my machine.
    His pubic bone grinds against my needy clit with every push of his cock into my wet hole, stimulating me even more, sending me higher.
    My nipples are hard, hard enough to cut glass and aching with my need.
    The arousal is thrumming through my veins, pounding in my heart. I’m so close. I'm just waiting for him to force me over the edge, make me scream his name and draw blood. I want him to remember this, me, even after he gets sent off on his next assignment.
    “Do it. Come on my dick, baby. Gonna fill you up if you come for me.”
    Fuck… the thought is accompanied by a full-body shudder of pleasure, shifting and soaring through me, yanking a scream from my throat.
    My pussy is contracting, tightening and milking his dick as it moves in and out of me, touching my cunt in ways no other man can.
    Each entrance strokes my G-spot. Another thrust, another shiver, drawing me closer and closer to coming all over his dick.
    “Come, Jess.” His voice is a low growl, demanding.
    He changes position, sits up, holds my thighs insanely wide and then the only parts of us touching are his hands on my thighs and his dick in my pussy.
    “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…”
    One hand leaves my thigh. His fingers zero in on my clit and squeeze the nub then rub the abused bit of nerves in tiny circles.
    Fuck. Oh yes.
    His touch brings my back right off the bed, chest out and hands clawing the cold fabric. I try to ground myself, try not to drift away on the pleasure.
    But I can’t.
    Mr. Parker is a man that doesn’t give up, demands everything I’ve got to offer and I hand it over on a silver