Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(31)

I bit my bottom lip, feeling hot and flustered again. It turned me on when he was domineering, taking control and shrouded in that power he held so well.

“What?” He frowned, but a smirk grew as he studied my expression.

“I just love it when you go all Incredible Hulk,” I said, blushing.

“Incredible Hulk?” His brow cocked, and his incredible body made its way towards me. “Let me show you incredible.” The sexual suggestion in his voice sent an instant ball of heat to my sex, which was already wet, already contracting and needing. I ached all over when he pushed off his boxers and wrapped his masterful, elegant fingers around his cock, stroking himself. I quivered as I watched, seeing the heat and primal desire in his heavy-lidded gaze.

“Is this incredible enough for you?” His breathy question was inevitable.

My bottom lip caught between my teeth, and my eyes slowly closed. Jesus, it was incredible all right, but I played along.

“Not bad.” I sniffed. Liar.

“Not bad?” he toyed, the blacks of his eyes shrouded with dark desire. “Lie down.”

His low command had me doing just that. I felt the bed dip as he hovered over me, still stroking himself. “Take off your baby-doll.”

I caught the bottom of the baby-doll with my fingers and shifted to pull it up and over my body, gently discarding it on the floor when I was bare. He gave a roguish grin and inhaled deeply as he bit his bottom lip. That action alone had me melting into a rapturous heap.

“Your tits are beautiful, Evelyn. Play with them for me.”

At first I paused. I’d never played with myself in front of any man, but the unmistakable desire Parks had for me was enough to ensure my confidence. I cupped my breasts with damp palms, and the growl that left his lips and the way he began tugging himself a little faster encouraged my behaviour. Moaning, I caressed my breasts, circling my palms around my nipples. His cock pulsed, and I knew it was swelling, getting thick and ready. He leaned down and knelt over me, working his magnificence with one hand and trailing the other across my stomach and dipping between my thighs. The smirk that formed upon his face told me he was more than happy with how wet I was.

“Your sweetness tells me that this—” He wrapped his fingers around his cock tightly, making me whimper, “—is incredible.”

“It is,” I breathed. My hips swayed as he smoothed my wetness between my folds. At the same time, I was caught up in his hungry expression as his eyes shifted from his fingers in my sex to my own hands caressing my breasts. He looked like a masterpiece. His toned, strong arms were tightening. His dextrous hand gripping and his powerfully defined stomach tensing.


“Oh Evelyn, baby. You do not disappoint.” Wetness surged between my legs as he began tugging harder, faster. He slipped his fingers in and out of my core in time with each stroke of his cock. My hips rose a touch off the bed as I pushed myself against his fingers. I cupped my breasts tightly, and the moans that deserted my mouth got louder. I was desperate for the throb between my legs to be served.

“Make yourself come,” he ordered, pulling out his fingers and replacing them with mine. Mine didn’t feel as good, but what did was the way his groans had gotten louder. He dipped his head to watch my fingers work wildly at my clit. “Oh, Evelyn. There is nothing in this world that is sexier than you. You drive me crazy.” Tugging harder, he worked himself up into a frenzy. I stopped playing with myself a couple of times, getting distracted because his show was better than mine. It was lust-driven, heated, and intense. Oh, and as hot as hell comes.

“You naked, your sweetness, your tits, that beautiful face of yours—” His chiselled jaw clenched as he tipped his head back just a touch, “—are the definition of perfection.”

I knew he was building to a climax, and by opening my legs more and plunging my fingers in deeply, I helped it soar. The bed began to shake as he couldn’t contain his need as he watched my promiscuous show. The muscles in his body rolled and tensed, his breathing laboured and short.

“Oh f*ckkk,” he hissed, pushing on my shoulder with his free hand and holding me in place as he came all over my tits. I worked faster at my clit, making myself come whilst watching his warm liquid spill onto my breasts. My moans came out loud and needy, and I tried to close my legs to suppress the sensation.

“No,” Parks barked as he bowed his head. “I want to taste you.” His tongue speared into my folds, parting them, tasting my arousal.

“Wade. God.” He had me coming again, all the while smearing his pleasure into my breasts with his hands. Gripping on to his head, I squashed his cheeks with my palms and rocked into him to ride out my orgasm. I hadn’t even had time to come back to earth and he was already onto his next quest. He took firm hold of my hips and flipped me onto my stomach, then gave my arse a slight smack as it came into view.

“I think your ass needs more of my attention.”

I was propped up on knees and elbows with my head dipped so I could look through my parted thighs. He grasped his, once again, hardened length and guided it in front of my backside. I was eagerly awaiting his entrance, but first he kissed and licked and teased. He plunged his fingers into my cleft, smearing my climax up and into my anal passage. Clearly, he loved my curvaceous rear. My hips were jerking. I was panting and rearing to go.

“Ready, baby?”