Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby.”
“Yes, Parker. I need you to fuck me right here and right now.”
He grits his teeth and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fine, but you’re in control. I don’t want you in pain, so you control the pace.”
My thoughts freeze. “What?”
“Use me, Piper. Ride my cock like a good girl.”
Holy shit.
Parker lifts my hips off him, just enough so I can lower my leggings to the middle of my thighs, just enough to bare myself. Good thing these leggings stretch comfortably and aren’t too tight.
“Use your knees for support then lower yourself on me.”
Oh. Okay.
It’s a struggle because of the leggings, but I use one hand to hold onto his shoulder and the other to guide him to my entrance. Just the head has me whimpering. God, he’s so big and thick.
A muscle ticks in his jaw, and I just know he’s fighting for control.
I slide down but my skin prickles when it begins to sting. I’ve met the barrier, and despite wanting to get it over with, my body’s instinct is to stop.
Parker runs a hand along my thighs. “Do you want to stop or do you need help?”
“Need help.”
His eyes go misty with pleasure.
He rams his hips upward, and the slight pain has tears springing to my eyes. But it doesn’t take long before it disappears.
As he has promised, Parker gives me full control and doesn’t move anymore. I start by sliding up and down his cock until I’ve adjusted to his size.
“Hey! Anyone still has some jerky?”
Parker and I freeze at the same time. We strain to hear a couple of voices and some laughter.
“They’re probably still at the fork,” he whispers hoarsely.
Which is around ten minutes from here.
My mind races, and I wonder how many they are and if they’re about to find us fucking like animals on a boulder.
Parker senses my distraction because he nips my earlobe. “We just need to come faster, baby, and they won’t find us like this.”
Oddly enough, that only makes me hornier. The fact that we’re out here and anyone can run into us. The fact that a couple of hikers can catch us with Parker’s cock inside me.
Sparks zip through my belly, and it’s like I know what to do. My arms go around his neck for support, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck while I rotate my hips and bounce on his lap. I hear a tear in my leggings, but I’m beyond caring.
“Fuck, Piper. Fuck!”
His hands go to my ass, kneading both cheeks roughly. The pulse pounding in my pussy gets more intense until my orgasm hits me with blinding force.
“Parker!”
My body trembles, but I don’t stop. I keep riding him, but he’s no longer immobile. His hips move in rhythm to mine, and he’s rutting faster and harder.
“I’m coming, baby.” I feel him swell inside me, and he groans as his come coats my inner walls. I ride him through his climax until he slumps his head on my chest.
Five minutes later, we pass the group on our way down. They smile and greet us, and we do the same.
I wonder if they can smell sex all over me and Parker because I surely can.
3
PARKER
Piper is mine. Finally.
It still baffles me how it happened. Between our first kiss and first fuck, I want to pinch myself just to know if this is real. No way did I get this lucky.
But if everything’s part of my overactive imagination, then who is that gorgeous blonde sitting on my couch with her feet up on the armrest, mindlessly scrolling through a couple of videos about makeup?
The familiar jingle of an incoming call awakens my laptop, and I sit up straighter. My work desk is just behind the couch and strategically placed to have my bookshelf as the background.
As a freelance photographer, it means I don’t need a huge office to work at. This wooden desk with nothing but a laptop, wireless keyboard, and mouse is my entire “workplace.”
The face of my regular client appears, and I wave at him and smile. He was one of my first clients when I struck out on my own after years of working for a media company. I’ve photographed his proposal, prenup shoots, wedding, baby shower, and now, his baby’s first birthday.
It takes us roughly ten minutes to iron out the details. He’s currently discussing hiring me for a company event when I jolt in my seat after feeling slender fingers brush over my calf and toward my inner thigh.
Goddammit, Piper.
I force my eyes on the screen, nodding like an idiot even if the client’s words go through my head. My fingers curl on the edge of my desk, gripping it tightly, and I exhale slowly.
Piper reaches for my waistband to tug it down because yes, one of the perks of working from home is I get to wear a button-down polo and pair it with boxer shorts.