Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(21)

“I need to see you,” Parks ordered roughly, lying back so he was in full view of my body. My mind was cut in two. One part was panicky, scared, and conscious of my body being bare to him; my scars, my weakness, and vulnerability. But the way his lustful stare pierced into me, and the way he bit down hard on his lip as he glanced over my body, growling so low and appeasing, made the other half of me feel confident. He made me feel sexy, and that hindered my weakness, but I was still hesitant, and he sensed it.


“I won’t tell you again. I want to see you. Ride my cock, Evelyn.” His erotic words bit at me and pushed me into motion, slapping away and banishing my thoughts of insecurity. I began pushing off my toes, sliding his cock out of my cleft, and slamming down so damn hard our bodies collided with a sensual thud. The sounds of my arse and thighs brushing against his body were erotically hot, and it made my determination soar. I clasped my hands around his thighs and began to bounce up and down, picking up a fast, determined pace. Hot sweat dotted over my skin, my cheeks heated and flushed, and I felt pleasure build inside me. The sexy grunts, the soft curses, and the mastery in the way he moved caused my chest to tighten and twist with desire.

He reached between my legs and pressed two fingers against my clit, immediately spiking my need to climax. His fingers against my clit withdrew that power from me, making me feel weak. I dug my fingers into his thighs as I slid myself up and down his cock. My stomach contracted, my mind blacked out, and it became impossible to move as I was about to come.

“Let me hear you, Princess.” My moans were loud, drawn-out, and unmanageable as I climaxed against his fingers and around his length. “Your sweetness clenching around my cock is f*cking heaven,” he growled. I smothered his mouth with my lips, moaning into them. Then I began to really move, f*cking him, pushing vigorously off my leg muscles. He wanted to talk, wanted to moan, but I suppressed his words, sucking them up with my tongue and kissing him with as much drive as I was taking him.

He took hold of my hips on a growl, gaining control, pumping up and into me and pulling my hips down to meet his vigorous thrusts.

“Evelyn. I’m gonna come…”

I reached behind me, took his heavy balls into my hand, and rolled them into my palm.

“Jesus Christ…” He dug his fingers into my hips as he pulled himself up, then wrapped his arms around my neck. “Evelyn.” His hot breath tickled at my ear as he bit down into my lobe, causing me to cry out in delight. I continued to gyrate my hips, milking every inch of him until a hot spurt of desire filled my clenching core. Parks crushed my body into his, holding me still for a moment as he lost control.

“Yes,” I hissed, stroking myself against him and bringing on another mind-blowing orgasm.

Panting and holding each other intimately close, we said nothing until our breathing eased. After a few moments’ pause, he pushed away from our embrace to look at me. He studied my bare face closely. It was no doubt flushed, swollen, and my hair a mess. Soaking in all of my bareness, he smiled adorably, took my cheeks into his palms, and kissed me tenderly. I wrapped my fingers around his wrists to hold his hands in place, my lips synchronizing with his. I cherished how he made me feel. His lips affected me like no other man’s ever had. They felt made for me, and when we kissed, I felt the soulful connection between us. Emotionally. Physically. Laying my head on his shoulder, Parks began to stroke my hair, soothing me compassionately until my eyes closed.





Chapter Nine





I must have fallen asleep without realising, because I was suddenly awakened by a buzzing from the bedside table. I stretched out my body on the king-size bed and realised I was alone. The buzzing continued, shaking me from my disorientation and telling me it was my smartphone ringing.

“Hello,” I answered without looking to see who it was.

“Evey, how are you, love?” It was Cheryl.

“I’m fine.”

“Evey-fine? Or great-fine?”

“I’m always Evey-fine.” I yawned loudly, stretching out my aching body again.

“Tired?” she called over my yawn.

I chuckled, kicked my feet out of bed, perched on the side, and noticed it was five p.m. by the wall clock. “You could say that.”

She gasped playfully. “You were at each other’s throats hours ago, now you’re at each other’s privates?” She whispered “privates,” which made me laugh. Cheryl loved talking about sex, but she never actually said the word sex. She actually called it The Word. She couldn’t even bring herself to say penis or vagina. It was hysterical.

“Yeah, it’s confusing me too. How are the kids? How’s Darcy?” I found myself wincing, feeling terrible all over again for missing her concert. The sigh Cheryl blew down the phone didn’t feed me any optimism, either.

“She said she doesn’t think you’re a princess anymore, whatever the hell that means.”

I rubbed at my forehead, feeling accountable for her misery. “She called me a princess when I read her a bedtime story. God, I feel shit, Chez.”

“Well, you can make it up to her when you visit next weekend, and do make sure you bring that hunk of a man you have in your bed right now.”


I found myself mindlessly looking around for him and frowned. “It’s his bed. And he’s not in it.”