Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(85)

“Your scent to me is intoxicating.” He pushed his nose into my sex as he inhaled.

“I have a scent?” I gasped.

“Shh,” he warned. “I love to taste you, Princess.” He tongued my opening over my thong. My back arched slightly, a gasp falling from my lips. He bit the strings on the side and slid them down my legs with his teeth. Finally, I was naked. Needy. Wet.

“You are the reason my dick is so f*cking hard. Look.”

I glanced down and saw his erection in his hand. “Hmm.”

Leaving my body for a second, he bent down to the left of the bed, reaching for something, then pulled up what looked like long, black belts that were already attached to the bed.

“Under-bed restrains,” he squashed my concern, then took my left wrist and placed a soft, black cuff around it and tied it to the bedframe. He then did the same thing with my right wrist and both ankles. My body was splayed out across the bed, making a star shape, all four limbs tied up and vulnerable, bare to him and his to do with what he pleased.

“Evelyn, you’re wide open and exposed for me and looking so goddam f*cking hot. Make sure you scream my name. Loud.” Parks climbed up the bed and aimed for my mouth. Our muffled moans got tangled between our soft, caressing lips. My skin scattered with goose bumps, but my temperature heightened all at the same time.

He left my mouth and trickled soft kisses across my jaw and down my neck, nipping and licking, aiming for my breasts. The way he sucked and played with my tits had me pulling against my ties, trying to close my legs and suppress the throbbing ache, but the attempts were useless.


“You have to feel it, Princess. No suppressing.”

Oh, and did I feel it. Every muscle in my body had tightened, feeling every last spasm of the arousal that was brewing. Our moans and appreciative groans were all that could be heard through the silence of the room.

Parks always made a point of kissing the scars on my belly. It was to make me feel beautiful and show me how much he yearned for me. Scars and all.

“Stunning.” He licked and sucked his way down my legs, keeping his hands at my breasts and teasing my erect nipples as he parted my slick folds with his tongue.

“Ah. Wade.” He buried his tongue in my sex, parting my cleft and spearing at my clit. He lifted his eyes so he could see me moaning and watch me wriggle against my restrains as I churned my hips restlessly.

Every inch of me burned from the heat of his touch, the warmth and richness of his words lighting a fireball in my stomach. My chest was so tight from longing, I found it hard to breathe. The way I was tied up gave me no choice but to feel everything without trying to suppress it or support the building of an orgasm, and it was the most intense ride I’d ever experienced.

The back of my head pressed into the pillow, my hands fisting into balls. “Don’t stop,” I begged as the softness of his determined tongue licked my sensitivity, swirling around, having me crying out.

“Tell me how much you love my tongue here.” He parted my sodden folds, kissing and sucking at my sex with both his mouth and tongue.

My head was thrashing back and forth. “So much.”

“Shall I make you come?”

“Yes,” I wailed.

“Beg me.” He sucked at my entrance, almost near my clit but not quite. He was waiting for me to beg. Then he was going to take me to the place of ecstasy.

“Please. Make me come.”

“As you wish.” He smiled against me, then thrust his tongue into my core, making me convulse.

“Wade…” He had me crying out his name and my legs and arms pulling relentlessly on the ties as my orgasm jolted through me. It felt like almost too much. Then too good. Parks moaned as he sucked up every last part of me.

Sweat dampened my hair. My eyes were almost teary from the intensity. My mind was lost in him. My body on a high and never coming down.

“Fuck me, Wade,” I begged desperately.

Kneeling up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared down at my body, his chest heaving, his eyes full to the brim with desire. Nudging forward, he teased my saturated sex with the head of his cock. “You want this?” he asked, rolling the wide head around my clit with slight pressure, which had me falling dizzy.

“God, yes.” My throat was hoarse from all the moaning he had me doing, and my mouth was dry.

He slipped himself into me slowly, only the head dipping in. “More?”

“All of it,” I begged, lifting my head up to watch him holding his cock in his hand just over my sex. He let go, his body creeping over mine, his hands on either side of my face. I tried to push up my hips to make him slide into me, but he pulled out.

“Patience, Princess.”

“I don’t have any,” I snapped. He chuckled at my outburst, then bruised my lips, kissing me so hard that when he moved away, I was breathless. Leaving me heady from the kiss, he gripped my hips and thrust my backside up so his cock slid into me effortlessly.

“Oh f*ck,” I gasped as my body adjusted to the delicious assault.

Parks gained a rhythm, his strong, sexy body rolling like a wave as he dipped in and out of me, his biceps tensing and clenching, his sexy, thick, and toned thighs working hard.

“Push harder, Wade.” I was breathless.

“Harder?” His smirk was sexy, hot, and everything in between as he obliged, plunging deep and abrupt. His name fell from my mouth, wailing loud and clear. My heels were digging into the mattress. My hands fisting.