Pleasing Mr. Parker

I GRIT MY TEETH as my balls tighten and the heat rips out of them and up my cock.

“You. Are. Mine,” I grit out as I empty. Empty everything I have into this woman who has invaded my head since I first laid eyes on her.

Her breasts rise and fall against my chest as she looks at me, catching her breath. Her hair is wild, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright.

She’s fucking stunning.

I release her neck, running my fingers through her hair and pressing my face against hers, kissing her sweet, pink lips—sucking in the taste of her.

Our kisses grow soft, and she whispers against my lips, “It was worth waiting for.”

I kiss her again, releasing her arms from above her head. She wraps them straight around my neck, holding me close.

“It was. It certainly was,” I murmur, dusting my lips all over her face. Kissing her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose.

She looks into my eyes and frowns.

Shit. Was I too rough? Is she already planning her escape? Ready to bolt at the first given chance, just like the previous times?

“Griffin?”

My shoulders tense and I blink, stealing myself for the excuse she’s about to give.

“I can smell burning.”

“What?” My eyes widen. “Shit! The oven!”

Her cheeks are still flushed from her orgasm, her body still tightly holding mine inside her.

Perfect.

“Fuck it. Who needs food?”

She laughs and puts her hands on either side of my face, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Maybe not food, but you don’t want to burn the house down.”

“I’ll build another.” I catch her lips in another kiss.

“Go.” She laughs, pushing at my chest. “I won’t go anywhere… Go!” she adds, when I don’t move.

“Fine,” I huff, sliding out of her body and immediately hating the separation. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and pull the full condom off, tying it in a knot. “Don’t even think about putting any clothes on before I get back.”

Her laugh floats down the stairs behind me as I go to the kitchen and open the oven. Gray smoke billows out, so I open the kitchen window wide, coughing and wafting the air with a towel. I grab an oven mitt and chuck what was our seafood bake into the sink to let it cool off. Then I go back upstairs.

Maria is where I left her, on my bed, but with a white sheet over her beautiful body.

“No fucking cover-ups,” I growl, pulling the sheet off and climbing over the top of her, catching a nipple between my teeth as she laughs.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing. I’m serious. I want you naked every second we’re here.” I suck her nipple into my mouth and flutter the tip of my tongue over it.

“We aren’t at The Songbird, Mr. Parker. You don’t get to make the rules.”

She’s biting her lip, her eyes bright.

“Sweetheart, you are mine. I am the rule.” I suck the soft skin of her breast between my teeth, working my way up to her neck and then ear. “Dinner’s fucked. Let me eat you instead,” I growl, enjoying the way she shivers as my breath rolls over her skin.

“No.” Her breath catches in her throat as I sweep her hair away from her neck and stroke it.

“No? Fucking no? Remind me why I hired you again? You’re insolent.” I arch a brow at her.

“Because I’m brilliant. And you need me.” She arches a brow back.

I smirk at her and then jump up from the bed, pulling her with me.

“Come on. I’ll fix us some food. You’re going to need your energy.”

“What time is it, Griff?” Maria turns over, snaking her arm around my waist as she lays her head on my chest.

After a picnic out on the deck last night watching the sunset, Maria passed out in my arms. I sat holding her for a while, studying the bruise on her cheek. It was taunting me for being so stupid to have not prevented it. To not have done something sooner when I should have seen it coming. That entire night, coupled with how hard she’s been working at the spa, must have taken it out of her. She didn’t even stir when I carried her up to bed.

“It’s early, Sweetheart.”

She tilts her face to look at me. “I fell asleep on the deck.”

“You needed it.” I dip my nose into her hair and inhale the heady, floral scent that is all her.

“Do you like it?” She reaches up to stroke my jaw. “It’s a frangipani blend I made myself.”

Now I know why it’s so familiar. Those bushes in The Bahamas. The entire hotel grounds were fragranced by them. That was the first night I tasted her, and I’ve thought about that night every single day since. No one has ever disappeared on me mid-evening before. Until Maria.

“I do.” I dip my nose and inhale again, recalling the jagged edge of disappointment that stabbed me in the gut when I returned to the pool that night and found it empty.

“What time do we need to leave?”

I cup her chin and lean down to kiss her. “Later.”

She keeps stroking my jaw as she kisses me back, shuffling up the bed so she’s level with me. I wrap my free arm around her back and roll her so she’s lying on top of me. I don’t try to hide the fact that my dick is sporting a raging hard-on between our bodies.

She breaks our kiss, her hair tumbling around her shoulders. I run my hands through it, stroking it back from her eyes as she talks.

“We need to get back for work. I’ve got to finalize the contracts with the new supplier and prepare for the reporter’s visit that’s coming up. And don’t you have the filming schedule to look over?”

“Mmm.” I exhale and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her hair running between my fingers.

“Griff?” she says again. The way she says my name in her soft voice does things to me. I smile as I open my eyes and look into hers.

“Yes, Sweetheart?”

“We need to get up. It’ll take us nearly an hour to get back.”

“I told you. We don’t need to leave until later. It’s all taken care of.”

She shuffles in my arms, sending an excited false alarm to my dick as her soft skin grazes its tip. “What is?”

I reach up and stroke her face. “All of it. Harley, Will, the entire staff. It’s all in hand. After the gala, and what happened…” I run the pad of my thumb over her bruise, which is visible again after she removed her make-up before we ate last night. “… I thought you would benefit from a day away from the hotel. Call today a training day if it makes you feel better.”

“Training for what, exactly?” She smirks at me. “I find it hard to believe Griffin-control-freak-Parker would book the entire night and following day off work, unless it was of utmost importance.”

“You’re right. It’s extremely important.” A smug grin grows on my face.

Her eyes narrow at me. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing today, or do I have to suck it out of you?”

I smirk and her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s said.

“Suck it out.” I drop my voice low. “Definitely suck it fucking out.”

“Griffin!” She laughs as I spin us so I’m on top of her, my cock weeping against her stomach.

I dive onto her, claiming her mouth as I kiss her forcefully, sliding my tongue in to taste her. She sighs. It’s a tiny sound, barely audible, and it takes all my strength not to hitch her leg up, place one hand under her knee and then slide inside her wet heat.

All. My. Strength.

“Fuck, Sweetheart. You can’t make those sounds and not expect me to fight the fucking devil on my shoulder who’s telling me to slide inside you bare right now.”

Maria bites her lip, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve got another idea. Let’s take a shower.”

I need a fucking iced one if I’m to get some of the blood back from my dick before I pass out.

“Okay.” I kiss her again and pull her up out of the bed, walking her backward into the bathroom as I bury my lips in her neck and kiss her soft skin. “I can’t control myself,” I groan.

“I don’t believe it. Griffin Parker out of control?” She narrows her eyes at me playfully as I lead us both into the shower and turn on the waterfall spray.

I back her up against the stone wall and lower my lips to hers.

“I’ve got you all day, to do with as I please. I will have you again, and again, and again,” I say between kisses. “Remember whose cunt that is.”

“Such a gentleman with words,” she breathes against my lips, but there’s no mistaking the smile in her voice.

“Don’t you like it?” I move my lips to her ear. “Would you rather I not tell you how much I love the taste and smell of that sweet, pink heaven of yours? Not tell you that the sounds of her silky little hole, when she’s coating me in her juices and I’m stretching her, is music to my fucking ears?” I growl, smiling as she sucks in a breath and whispers my name, letting it roll off the tip of her tongue huskily, like the mere feel of it there is enough to excite her.

“I do like it.” She writhes against me as I kiss her again. “I like it so much that I want to give you more to talk about.”

She places a hand against my chest and guides me around, so my back is against the tiles.

Then she drops to her knees.

Fuck.

I swear my eyes could burn her with the fire that ignites throughout my body.

She takes my cock in one hand and, keeping her eyes on mine, wipes the tip over her lips, spreading shiny pre-cum over them until they’re wet. Then she runs the tip of her tongue over them, licking it all off.

I drag in a rough breath as she smiles and then opens her mouth and sucks all the way down to my base.

“Fuck!”

I drop my head back against the tiles as my balls throb. I swallow, my heart hammering in my chest as I drop my eyes back to hers. She’s looking back up at me, her throat extended with my cock filling it.

She draws back slowly, then runs the flat of her tongue up and down my length as her other hand wraps around my balls and strokes. I bend my knees, sliding down the wall a little to brace myself. She takes me in her mouth again, sucking my head, and running her tongue around the ridge before sinking down over me again.

“God!” I hiss out, my eyes glued on hers as she fills her throat with me again.

She slides her fingers over my hands, interlacing them with my own, all the while keeping my cock firmly planted in her throat.

Then she draws back and guides my hands to her hair.

“Show me how you like it.”

I flex my fingers in her hair, grinding my teeth.

“I like it just how you’re doing it, Sweetheart. All the way down that perfect throat.” I apply a tiny bit of pressure to her head, pushing her back down onto me.

She moans, sending the vibration around my cock and then draws back, sucking me back in again, increasing her speed.

“Holy…” I squeeze my eyes shut as my grip tightens in her hair and I lift my hips to meet her. “… fuck.” I hiss out loudly as I guide her up and straight back down again, over, and over.

My balls tighten and I look down.

She’s gazing up at me, her eyes watering as I hold her hair and fuck her throat. I would say fuck her mouth, but there’s no doubt from the way my balls are slapping off her chin and she’s gagged a couple of times that I’m slipping right down her throat.

Right down her perfect, smooth, tight throat.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I groan, pulling my cock out of her mouth. I may be a selfish bastard at times, but there’s no way I want her to choke with the load of cum I’m about to shoot.

“On my face,” she moans.

I search her eyes, which are glittering up at me.

“Come on my face, Griffin. I want you all over me.”

She’s serious.

“Shit!” I grit my teeth together, one hand jacking myself off at lightning speed, the other holding a fistful of Maria’s hair as I hold her head still. “Open your mouth, Sweetheart,” I pant.

She drops her chin and parts her lips. My balls pull in, loaded and heavy against my legs as the first white spurt fires out, coating her smooth pink tongue.

“Fucking hell,” I growl.

How am I still standing?

Spurt after spurt fires out, covering her lips, cheeks, chin, and running down her neck. It keeps coming until I’m physically shaking from the force of it.

Euphoria floods my body as the last wave leaves me, and I slide down the shower wall, pulling her onto my lap as my chest surges, sucking in much-needed oxygen.

“God,” I pant, pulling her face to me and kissing her.

I don’t care that she has me all over her face and inside her mouth. I fucking love it. I’m all over her, just like she wanted. I hold her and kiss her over and over as the water falls down on us.

There’s no one in this world who can deny it now.

She is mine.

All.

Mine.