Don’t fuck this up, Shane. Make sure she doesn’t run. Make sure you are worthy of her.
My arms slid beneath her, lifting her up and cradling her against my chest. She looked at me in surprise. I had to admit I liked how easy it was to maneuver her. That was going to come in real fucking handy when we started to get creative.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the bed.”
“Oh,” she murmured, her cheeks turning a bright pink. I grinned, filthy thoughts running through my head. I was going to be making her blush a lot.
I lay her across my bed and stared down at her, tugging on my cock. He was fully erect already, minutes after unloading. That had to be some kind of record.
She reached for the blankets to cover herself, but I stopped her, grabbing them and tossing them away.
“Don’t.”
She blinked at me nervously.
“Are you sore?”
“I don’t think so. Is that bad?”
I knelt on the edge of the bed and grabbed her ankles. I stared down at her as I slowly dragged her legs up and into the air and rested them on my shoulders.
“No, sweetheart. That’s good. That’s very, very good.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Parker
“Eeee!”
I squealed helplessly, wiggling around on the bed. Shane was merciless. Unrelenting.
He would not stop sucking on my toes.
“Please, Shane!” I gasped, attempting to tug my leg away. But he held it firm, gripping each thigh with a huge, callused hand.
He gave me a wicked smile and ran his tongue down the sole of my foot to my ankle. I sighed as he started nibbling his way down one leg and then the other. He was holding my legs above me as he worked his way unerringly toward my pussy. I started to quiver in anticipation.
Shane was going to kiss me there. He wanted to eat my pussy again. Twice in one day. I wondered if that was normal. I had no idea what normal couples did.
That thought brought me up short as he licked the sensitive spot behind my knee.
Are we a couple now?
Oh, my God.
Is Shane my boyfriend?
He spread my legs wide with a wicked grin. I stared as he fit his thickly muscled shoulders between my parted thighs. I felt so open. So exposed to his heated gaze. He was staring at my privates like he was a starving man.
Then again, he’d also stared at my feet that way.
I moaned as his tongue began to lazily explore my folds.
“You don’t have to—” I started, but he cut me off.
“Let me. I want to taste you. Hmm. I want to lick every inch of you.” He bit my inner thigh and went back to running his tongue lazily up and down my pussy lips. “You are ticklish.”
“Is that bad?” I asked breathlessly.
“Hmm-mm,” he murmured, pressing his lips against me. “It’s very, very good.”
I gasped as he did something unexpected. He started to French kiss me there. Just like he’d kissed my mouth.
And Shane was a very, very good kisser.
“Oh, GOD!” I yelled as he started to strum my clit with his fingers. “Hmmph!”
That’s great, Parker. Very demure. You sound like a wildebeest.
But more unladylike noises were to come. I arched off the bed as an epic orgasm tore through me, making me see actual stars. I lost all control as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My body shook helplessly as he continued to lick me until the last shudder had passed.
His gorgeous head popped up, looking extra naughty framed between my trembling thighs. He looked at me like I was a steak he couldn’t wait to eat, even after everything he’d just done. He slid up my body, kissing and giving me little love bites. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me. I wiggled in pleasure as he lined his cock up to my pussy and slid in slowly, while staring into my eyes.
“Shane!”
He growled at me and bit my neck as my pussy grabbed at him. I was still coming, I realized. He’d just extended my orgasm with his giant cock.
I’d been scared the first time I saw it. Thank Goodness I had been brave enough to try. I wasn’t going to let the fear stop me. He was so careful with me, even when he was rough… so passionate and loving… I felt safe and clean and loved. I felt complete.
It was like he’d washed away everything bad that had happened to me and made me whole again. All the little pieces of me that had been chipped away were filled in with something new. The way he touched me was that pure.
Pure and somehow absolutely filthy at the same time.
I groaned incoherently as he started to move. His flat stomach rubbed at my clit with each stroke. His shaft hit my G spot as he slid in and out, something I hadn’t been sure even really existed before. I wrapped my legs around his hips and locked them at the ankles, not wanting him to stop. Not wanting to give him a chance to tease me like he had before.