Lucky for him, I’m right here, eager to help him unleash all that rage of his. Even though I never wanted this assignment in the first place, I have to be honest: being at Parker’s mercy makes it all worth it.
Amy
Lust and adrenaline have taken over Parker and, with a flicker of unbridled savagery in his smart eyes, he starts walking toward me. I stand in place, my feet glued to the floor as he closes the distance between us. Without saying a word, he takes one hand to the nape of my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair; yanking on it, he forces me to throw my head back and I gasp, a growing wetness between my thighs.
"Do it," I tell him, knowing what he wants. He wants to ravage me, to unleash all of his pent-up fury upon me. "Fuck me," I continue, looking into his eyes as a sure smile takes over my lips.
Still in silence, he pushes me back until my ass is pressed against the edge of his desk. I place my two hands on the flat surface and pull myself up, sitting on top of the desk and spreading my legs so that his body fits between them.
"I need you," he whispers, breathing hard, and then leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I close my eyes as I feel the touch of his lips, my tongue finding its
way into his mouth and dancing around his own. Placing my hands on his lower back, I let my fingers trail down to the hem of his pants, and then I slide them underneath both his pants and boxers, feeling the naked curves of his firm ass cheeks.
"I want you," he tells me again, pulling back from my kiss and allowing his hands to wander over to my breasts. He squeezes them both at the same time, my nipples hardening under his touch, and then starts unbuttoning my blouse, his fingers moving in a kind of patient hurry as he bares my chest.
The moment my bra jumps into sight, I take one hand to his hair and grab it; I pull him into me and he comes willingly, pressing his eager mouth on the valley between my tits. Kissing my skin, he hooks one thumb on the left cup of my bra and pulls it down, baring one rosy tip, and then takes his mouth there. He wraps his lips around my hard nipple and starts sucking, lapping at it with his tongue.
His free hand takes care of my open blouse, pushing it down my shoulders and arms and then allowing it to fall to the floor like some forgotten rag. I tremble as I feel his fingertips making the hike from my lower back to my shoulder blades, his touch soft but heavy with pent-up lust; finding the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it with one quick flick of his fingers and then yanks it off of me, throwing it on top of my blouse.
"Beautiful," he says, standing again and allowing his eyes to roam over the curve of my breasts. My pussy becomes even wetter as he looks at me, his eyes widening as a violent desire takes over him.
"Are you just going to stare?" I tease him, running my fingers down his black tie and then un-tucking his white dress shirt with two harsh tugs. "Or are you going to make me yours?" He simply grins at my words and, for a short moment, I almost think he isn’t going to bother with an answer to my question.
"Make you mine?" he chuckles, his deep voice sending a shiver up my spine. "I don’t need to make you mine. I already own you," he whispers, yanking on my hair again and taking his mouth back to my nipples. He sucks on my right nipple eagerly, squeezing my left one at the same time, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as he does it.
My fingers run through his hair as he devours both my nipples, jumping between them at an erratic pace, and I lace my legs around his waist. My skirt climbs up to my hips as I do it, and I pull him into me fast, moaning as I feel the bulging shape under his pants pressing against that sweet spot between my thighs.
With a growl, he takes one step back, forcing me to unlace my legs. Grinning wickedly, he goes down on one knee and rests his hands on my knees. Never taking his eyes off of mine, he slides his fingers up my stockings and underneath my skirt, taking them all the way to my outer thighs. He grabs at my stockings and, knowing what he wants, I lift my ass up from the desk and allow him to pull them down. I throw my head back and smile as I feel the stockings caressing my legs on the way down, but then he just pulls them almost too violently, forcing me to gasp as the sound of ripping fabric fills the whole room.
He tears the stockings off of my legs, only stopping when they’re in tatters at my feet, and then he places his hands on my knees again. He forces me to spread my legs apart and, giving me no time to prepare, he just pushes my skirt up and dives into me, pressing his open mouth against my drenched thong.
I bite on my lower lip, stopping myself from screaming just in time, as sweet flames of ecstasy spread from my pussy and engulf my mind. Grabbing at his hair, I pull him into me as hard as I can, closing my eyes as he starts to suck. I rock my hips against his face, the sweet pressure of his mouth on me growing and growing until I can no longer think straight.
"Yes… That’s it…" I moan, not even knowing what the hell I’m saying. All I know is that I want him to devour me, to eat me out until he satisfies all that devious hunger of his. And, let’s be honest here; he fucks like a god, and that just makes me curious to find out what he can do with that mouth of his.
"I can’t wait to fucking devour you," he says, taking his face out from between my thighs and offering me a wild grin. He darts his hands to my waist and, hooking his fingers on my skirt, he pulls it down my legs harshly. I lift my ass up from the desk as he does it, and then I sit back down, this time wearing only my thong, and he takes care of that quickly enough too.
With an expression of pure hunger on his face, he pulls my thong down but, instead of just letting it slip from his fingers and onto the floor, he takes it to his mouth and takes a deep breath. Only then does he throw it on top of my blouse and skirt, his eyes flaring with lust.
I bite down on my lower lip as he starts leaning into me again, his parted lips aiming straight for my clit. Except, instead of going there, he turns his head to the side and starts kissing my inner thighs. He goes from one to the other, gently caressing my skin with his full lips, but never touching my pussy.
I place both my hands on his head, grabbing at his hair again, and try to force him to press his mouth against my pussy. He resists, though, and looks up and into my eyes.
"On my terms," he simply says, and then he’s back on my inner thighs, his lips dangerously close to my pussy. Reaching for me with the tip of his tongue, he caresses the contour of my pussy over and over again, and then, when I’m no longer waiting for it, he finally dives into me and wraps his lips around my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue.
I gasp and, remembering where I am, choke down a moan as a high voltage current climbs up my spine and explodes inside my skull. My fingers turn into claws as I grab at his hair, and I start moving my hips from side to side, rubbing my wetness across his face.
Finally allowing that wild side of his to take over his movements, he opens his mouth wide and places it on top of my pussy, sucking on my inner lips almost too harshly. He takes them between his lips, running his tongue across their length, and then goes back to punishing my clit with clockwork precision. It’s almost like he knows my body even better than I do.
"Oh, daddy…" I moan in a subdued tone, the sound of my voice caressing my eardrums and making my skin prickle. "It’s so good… So good…" I pant, still rocking my hips against his face as he eats me out in such a way that it’s a wonder I’m not screaming.
He doesn’t say a thing; he simply keeps eating me out as if my pussy is the most delicious thing in the world. And that… Well, that just makes my mind kick into overdrive. To see him (and feel him) devouring my pussy as if he spent the whole day thinking about it, it’s almost too much.
Most men look at going down on a woman as a chore, a necessary sacrifice to get what they want. But not Parker; he does it without thinking or planning, the movements of his lips and tongue like the most important thing he has ever done in his entire life. Swear to God, he’s turning this into an art form.
"Don’t stop, don’t stop," I whisper, grabbing at his hair so harshly I might tear some off his scalp. He doesn’t even seem to notice; he just opens his mouth even wider and, using his tongue, starts jabbing at my insides.
There’s a pleasant buzz going on under my skin, an electric crackle making my ears pop, and I know that I won’t resist this for too long. I already feel my mind dangling over the edge, and all it takes now is a little push.