Chapter Eight
Perri
Nothing more grown up than falling in love with my dream man.
Before I met Parker, I don’t know that I dreamt of men very much at all. I guess we all have that fantasy of meeting some sweet, beast of a man who stashes us away in his castle, lets us read and eat sweets all day, and spoils us rotten. I mean, who would not that sort of life if she could have it?
Romance was always a misty, watercolor thing to me. It lived out there in the world and some people got to feel it or see it. Always other people—never me. Now that I have had a taste of it, I crave it. I am hungry for it. Parker has made me greedy for romance because he is damn good at doling it out.
Mother found her knight in shining armor, and I think I found mine too.
Moving in with a man I just met may seem reckless to some people. Truth be told, it may be one of the least reckless things I have ever done. Parker and I, we make sense. From the first moment he touched me, and I look up into his eyes, I knew I belonged with him. That I belonged to him.
After our first night together, I wake up in his arms, limbs tangled together as we snuggle close to one another. I could purr I am so content. When his big hand curls around my neck as the other slides between my thighs to wake me up with an orgasm, I think I do purr.
We spend that first day in his big bed, talking, touching, and teasing. He finds out how quickly he can make me come with his mouth, how hard I come with his fingers inside me, and how much I love obeying him when he tells me how to make him come. I spend half the day learning how to suck his cock, how to stroke him just right, and showing how I like tasting him on my tongue and being his good girl on my knees for him.
“Show me how to cook, daddy,” I plead on the second day as I watch him make lunch.
“You want me to teach you things, baby girl?” he asks with a glimmer in his eyes that looks like pride. It makes my chest swell and I nod, dragging him closer so I can wrap myself around him.
“Yes, I want you to teach me everything. I want to be your good girl,” I whisper against his ear as I lick the shell, rubbing myself against him. “I want to take care of you. The way you take care of me. Please?”
A few hours later, we are snuggled by his fireplace with the pizza we ordered. He tells me over and over that it does not matter to him that I can’t cook. I burnt everything I touched. I even set the damn pan on fire. I fell apart in his arms and he carried me to the living room, ordered the pizza, and stripped us out of our ruined clothes.
“Baby girl, you can burn a hundred pans for all I care. Or I will cook or order us food every single night. I do not care, I promise you.”
“How could you not care? What could I have to offer you?”
“Everything, baby girl. Your laugh and that sweet smile make me happier than I have ever felt before. Just seeing you smile, it
“I am a mess, Parker. What do you want with a mess of a little girl?”
“Hmm, I want plenty withthislittle girl,” he hums against my mouth, kissing me softly as I straddle his lap, “mylittle girl,” his voice gets raspy, darker as I wiggle on his lap, feeling his hardness press against my panties.
“I am your little girl,” I whimper, so turned on by how we play together, my panties are soaked. “am I always going to be yours, daddy?”
Parker groans as I start to rub against his cock like a little tease. Tipping his head back against the couch, he watches me with half lidded eyes. I move my hips, rocking back and forth on his thick hardness, wanting to tempt him. We have played plenty since we met, but he promised to claim me, to take me, to fuck me that first night and still has not kept that promise.
“Yes, you willalwaysbe mine,” he growls his answer, gripping my ass to help me rock faster, “you were mine before we met, I think. Trying to tempt daddy to fuck that virgin pussy, pet?” he husks, swatting my ass so hard it stings.
“Yes, daddy,” I moan as he grips my ass and lifts me, denying me.
“My little pet wants stuffed with my big cock, yeah,” he grunts as he gathers my panties in his fist, “how bad do you want daddy to take that cherry cunt?”
“Please, daddy,” I whimper, biting my bottom lip as I start to shiver.
Another swat at my ass makes me cry out but the sting burns pleasure right between my legs. My thighs shake as they hold me up over his lap before he sets me back down, letting me rub against his hardness again. We played a dozen different ways since we met but I think we both held back from going further. Because as intense as the touching and teasing we have done has been, going further will be the most intense thing we have ever felt.
Without another word, he stands and carries me down the hall. Reaching the bed, he sits at the edge before shoving me off his lap. I start to pout until he gazes up at me with heat in his eyes. Oh.Oohh.We are still playing. Only now, we are playing an all-new game.
Standing there before him as he watches me with hungry eyes, a flood of heat rushes through me, ruining my panties. His tongue drags across his bottom lip before he captures that lip between his teeth. I squirm, waiting for the commands I know are coming. Ones I know I will obey with pleasure.
“Lose the shirt,” his voice is deep, molten hot and I shudder, doing as I am told, “come, on your knees for me, pet. Open your mouth so I can fuck it with my cock,” he demands, both of his hands fisting my hair up high, making my scalp burn as I kneel, letting my mouth fall open.
Pulling at his loose shorts, he lets his thick shaft spring free. It comes out hard and heavy, reaching past his navel he is so hard. Wrapping his fist around it, he strokes it once, twice, wiping the pearled dot of need from the tip down the long, thick length of him. He aims the tip at my mouth and slaps my waiting tongue, sending a surge of excitement rocketing though me.
After I lick the tip, he grunts and thrusts his hips, shoving inside. I gag on the girth of him, but I loosen my jaw to take more. Both his hands tangle in my hair and my eyes water as he starts to thrust faster, harder, choking me with his thickness. Becoming wild, he shoves his cock deeper, filling the room with sounds of me gagging, him grunting, and both of us moaning.