Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(78)

“You are the epitome of beauty, the definition of perfection, Princess. I’m a lucky motherf*cker.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” I grinned, my palms resting on his knees as the limo started up.

“Oh, I do.” Parks took the paddle into his hands and positioned me in front of him. I watched as he unzipped himself and slipped his dick out of his suit trousers. My groan was utterly complacent. The sight of his manhood alone was astonishing. Everything he carried was perfect. And he owned it. Undeniably.

My knees chafed against the carpet as I shifted forwards, nearing his erection like I was on the prowl. I curled my palm around the wide head of his cock and began moving my hand up and down, slowly. I watched his eyes close halfway, his head tilt back, and his lips part. I wet my lips, moving my tongue in a slow tease, swirling it around the base of his penis, working my way up until I reached the sensitive, soft tip. Keeping the circular motions, I whirled my tongue around the wide crest. I never closed my eyes. I was too busy watching his reaction.

“Hmm.” He was enjoying my teasing, enjoying the feel of my tongue licking and tasting.

I parted my lips and took him in my mouth. My noises of indulgence came out as I sucked him, sliding him in and out of my mouth. He loved hearing me enjoying him. Hearing how much I loved to suck him. Keeping him in my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his shaft while softly squeezing his balls with my palm. Then I began to really suck, taking him to the base right up to the tip. Deep-throating and doing a damn good job of it too.

“Fucking hell.” He gasped and gave me my first spank with the paddle. I moaned lightly, my arse jerking forwards a little as the leather clapped across my skin. It felt different from his hand, and burnt for a mere second, but as soon as the burn left, the feeling immediately amplified my sexual appetite, making me yearn for another spank.

The more intense my sucking got, the more pleasure he felt, and that’s when the spanks got a little sexier, a little harsher. Knowing this, I aimed for more.

I was moaning around his cock as he spanked each cheek in turn. Parks knew exactly how much of the sting I could take, how much of the pain I loved, and would never step over that threshold.


Spurred on by my enthusiasm, the spanks became more frequent. “Come on, Princess. Take me deep.” His hips strained forwards. His breathing more ragged. His body more intense. I took him deep. My mouth salivating. My jaw deliciously aching. But I knew he was telling me to suck him even harder so he could spank me even harder.

Fuck. The way our sexual fantasies seemed to ride the same wave told me he was a match made in paradise. I started working him with my fist, sucking rapidly, determined to please him immensely. The scent of him, his hardness in my mouth, and the need for his desire had me moaning around him.

“Yes!” he hissed. “Just like that, baby.” His ragged groans rippled through his chest, telling me he was about to come. His body tensed and shuddered with vast amounts of need. I worked him faster, harder, determined for my reward.

“Oh…f*ck.” A hot rush of arousal quickly filled my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as his cock thickened, swelling in my mouth and pouring.

In the midst of his mindless release, he continuously slapped my arse cheeks with the paddle, and it had me moaning. I swallowed his climax like it was gold dust, needing every single drop. I worked him with my fist, drawing out the last drops until he let the paddle go and sagged against the seat.

“Hmm.” I smiled, sitting back on my heels and licking my lips as he lay breathless and lazy-eyed.

“You will be the death of me, Princess.” He was smiling, and it lit up his stunning face.

“Oh I hope not, I quite enjoy my spanks.” His brows rose. “Amongst other things,” I quickly added to his advantage and pulled my dress back over my arse, then joined him on the leather seats.

“What things?” He was circling my nape with his fingers, the sensation shutting down half my brain.

“I love the way you kiss me. I love the way you invade me. I love the way you take care of me. I love how confident you are, how powerful and masterful. I love your Hulk ways.” I chuckled from nerves, really. I’d never told anyone what I loved about them. Especially not a damn man.

“You love those things about me?”

I wasn’t sure how to take his tone. Was it surprised, contented, confused? “Yes. I love those things about you.”

His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head to the side to gaze over my face. “Well, Princess, I love the way you fight me, because nobody has ever done that. I love the way you laugh. I love your smile. Your hair, your eyes, your body. I love that I’m breaking down your walls and showing you how perfect you are to me. I love that every time I’m inside you, all the struggles in my life disappear. My focus is entirely on you. If my focus ever derails, I’ll fall off the path of happy.”

I swallowed down a lump that had started to rise in my throat as he reeled of heart-warming admissions. “You’re on the path of happy?”

He pressed his lips to my temple. “I’m on the path of f*cking ecstasy. As long as you keep walking down it with me.”

“There is no other place I’d rather be.” Glancing into his lap, I saw he hadn’t put himself away. “You wanna put my partner in crime away before we get out?”

He shook his head on a low laugh. “Partner in crime,” he mocked, then carefully tucked himself away. “How’s your ass?”