The Striptease

ROSE

Parker ignites my inner whore.

I am not a saint—I’ve slept with a guy while drunk once, but it wasn’t anything to write home about.

So I’ve taken to masturbating while watching porn occasionally, my fingers caressing my clit as I furiously fuck myself with my vibrator.

Kissing Parker made me almost cum, so fucking him is bound to drive me wild. I gaze up at him as he sheathes himself before he falls back onto me, kissing me hard on the mouth.

It doesn’t even require much effort at first—his cock begins to slide in due to how incredibly turned on I am, but then he slows, meeting resistance, almost like my pussy is giving me a chance to brace myself.

Parker swears, dipping his head so his hair is on my chest, his lips on my breasts.

“Are you a virgin, Rose?” he hisses, pushing forward softly and slowly, my legs wrapping around him eagerly.

“No,” I admit, hoping he doesn’t judge me.

“Are you sure?” He laughs, kissing me slowly as I wriggle against him, lifting my hips.

Bit by bit, he makes his way into me, and at one point, I am so sure it is all in that I wonder why he isn’t pounding into me already.

“Parker, please, just fuck me!” I demand, and with that, he slams into me with such force that I feel my eyes water in pain.

Now it is in.

But then pleasure takes over the pain, and Parker is inside of me, thrusting into me so expertly I wonder if this is his real day job.

Our mouths meet occasionally, our hands all over one another as we discover each other intimately, almost angrily.

I watch as he lifts my legs over one shoulder, his muscular arms crushing my legs as he uses them for leverage.

As he slams into me, I grip the sheets, aware the way my legs are clamped together is stimulating my clit to no end, and I begin to tremble and moan.

Parker smirks, then pulls out of me, flips me over, and reenters me with a single thrust.

One of his hands is wrapped around my hair, and the other is on my hip as he drags me toward him, his thrusts quickening as I explode around him.

My boyfriend continues to fuck me, saying my name as I scream his, the pain from his hand in my hair fighting with the pleasure of my orgasm, causing me to almost collapse with exhaustion.

Parker grunts as he cums, loosening my hair to slam into me, holding my hips still as he fills me with his own orgasm.

Despite the condom, I feel it—and it almost makes me cum again. Not wanting to lose the feeling, I slip my hand between my legs, massaging my clit as he pumps in and out of me, still releasing himself.

I cum again, crying out as Parker swears, removing himself from me and turning me onto my back.

As my orgasm spills from my just-fucked hole, Parker buries himself in between my legs, lapping up my juices greedily, lifting my ass cheeks to fill his mouth accordingly.

I cum again, and this time it is his hair I am pulling, my fingers slipping on the sweat as I try to hold onto it. I lie back, dazed, as Parker climbs up beside me, his toned body making my stomach flutter with desire.

“Now, Rose. Now you can start planning the wedding,” Parker smirks, pulling me into his arms as our bodies meet, slick with sweat and desire.

God, I love Parker James.