Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(23)

“You think I care?” His voice was gruff and crude, and it instantly made me back down. He pressed firm hands against my knees, buried his face between my thighs, and tongued my cleft, licking as if he was starved and my taste was the only thing to suppress his hunger. My back arched. My hips wriggled restlessly, and my knees jerked, but my legs were tied tightly, allowing no chance of compression.

“Wade!” That was the first count of calling his name. It slipped out of my mouth so willingly, and the rumble he gave against my sex vibrated my flesh.

“One,” he counted before diving back in with quick slices of his tongue. My arms were shaking as I tried to support my weight on my elbows. My insides were continuously tightening as I began the long ride to multiple orgasms, coming quick and out of nowhere.

“Jesus. Wade.”

“Two.” He smiled, lapping between my folds, sucking at my swollen clit. I pushed off my arms, raked my fingers through his hair, and thrust myself against him. He moaned whilst licking me. Sucking me. Biting me. I came again, but that time I was determined not to call his name. Instead, I pulled his hair forcefully, so he slammed two fingers into my core and licked around them, thrusting them in and out.

“Yes…Wade…yes.” His name tumbled out of my mouth as I came again. It felt like was I pouring against him, and I couldn’t stop. My body was exhausted. But I wanted more.

“Three.” He went on, parting me with two fingers, spearing his tongue directly onto my clit. It was an instant orgasm for me, and I called his name again.

“Four.” He smirked as he pulled back to gaze up as I panted. “Do you get it now?”

I was a glutton for punishment, so of course I disobeyed him. “No, Parks.”

He slowly licked the curve of his lip with the tip of his tongue, his eyes darkening and becoming intense. I knew I was in for a rough ride, so I buckled up.

Parks pushed off his chair, sending it across the room and yanked down his jogging bottoms. My gaze fell to his large, thick, and throbbing cock, and I needed it within me.

Quickly and efficiently, he untied my legs, pulled me from the table, ripped off my baby-doll, and spun me around by my hips. My back was facing him as he took hold of my wrists and tied them behind me. Exhaling raggedly, I was becoming aroused by the idea of what I was getting myself into. “Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

He clasped his hand around my nape before he pushed me down onto the desk. My right cheek was pressed against the wood, my arse in the air. His hand cracked against my arse cheek, and the action was immediately followed by the slam of his body into the back of mine. “You know me well, Princess.” His breath tickled my earlobe, then he dragged it through his teeth. He slipped his warm hands down my back and stopped at the curve of my backside. “You have a gorgeous ass, Evelyn. I never did get to f*ck it, but there’s time.” My breath was taken as he smeared my earlier arousal around my back passage, lubricating it before slipping his finger inside. He pushed in slow, gently circling as he went. My lids were heavy, my moans lax, and my legs verging on weak.

“How does that feel?” His tone was becoming hoarse, the excitement brewing. It was the sound of an affectionate male turning into a dominant as he was about to carry out a punishment.

“Good,” I moaned.

“Beg for more,” he growled as another slap hit my backside.

“Give me more.” I was begging and clenching around his finger. He twisted my hair around his wrist and pulled my head back so I was standing upright, his finger inserting deeper as I straightened.

Parks spoke against my temple. “You want it harder?”

“Fuck.” I was whimpering. “Yes.” Another tug of my hair sent my head back, and he nipped at my throat.


“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Wade,” I uttered and sensed his immediate grin.

“I think it’s time to f*ck that ass.” His body straightened out behind me, and as soon as he removed his finger from my anus, it was immediately replaced by the head of his cock. He didn’t push it in all the way but reassured me first. “Tell me if you feel any discomfort.” His voice was rough, and I knew it took all his strength to stop himself plunging into me entirely. However, I wanted him entirely inside of me.

“Hmm,” I moaned. The sound had hardly left my mouth and he was shoving himself inside me. “Ah. Fuck,” I wailed as his cock ripped me open, forcing me to fall forwards. Parks caught me just in time and lowered me to the desk. He was so big, so thick. I hadn’t a clue how he’d even pushed himself in me so snugly.

His dextrous hips rolled, and I hadn’t stopped moaning. “Have you been bad, Evelyn?” His playful tone also carried a trace of hostility. I knew he wasn’t only punishing me because of his damn name. It was because I was an alcoholic. I could sense it.

“Very,” I breathed. His cock was inside me as deep as it would fit, and the feeling was foreign, like my body hated me for allowing such forceful penetration. Yet it loved me because the sensation was what I yearned for.

My temperature hit an all-time high. I felt light-headed and extremely frail, but most of all immensely turned on. I needed him to move.

And he did.

He started to thrust, sliding himself in and out. My body shuddered. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. The silence of the room was no more, filled up with moans and yelps of my own, curses and gasps from Parks.