Page 127 of Parrish

Chapter Thirty-nine

Reina Parrish

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say, caressing his cheek. His lip curls as he tightens his grip on my waist and thrusts his hips. Still rooted inside of me I feel his cock jerk and I close my eyes. How I ever forgot this, I’ll never understand.

“Jack, you’re leaking out of me,” I mutter. “I need to clean up.”

“Like it when you’re messy,” he says, touching his mouth to my neck. “Like it a fuck of a lot.”

Turns out I don’t really mind messy either.

“You good to go again?” he questions, lifting his head a fraction to meet my gaze. My eyes widen in response as he rolls his hips.

“I think that’s something you should be asking yourself, no?” I reply, letting my hands travel down to his ass. Squeezing his cheeks, I lift my hips and feel him swell even more.

“I will be after you sit on my face,” he says with a grin. Rolling onto his back, he pulls me off his cock and lifts me so that I’m straddling his face.

“Jack!”

“Ride my tongue, Sunshine,” he orders. “Want you dripping all over me.”

“That mouth.”

“Get on,” he demands.

Rolling my eyes, I splay both hands on the headboard and lower myself onto his waiting mouth. His tongue is cool against my heated flesh and with every stroke, he soothes my swollen pussy. I lose myself to the sensation and I start to rotate my hips, grinding down as he slurps and licks me. The orgasm starts to build, and I buck against his tongue, chasing that high as his fingers dig into my ass cheeks.

“Fuck yes,” I cry.

Hanging my head, I force my eyes open and watch him eat me.

“I love that,” I pant. He tips the scales, sending me into a tailspin when his thumb slips between my ass cheeks and probes my puckered hole. “Oh God, more…fuck.”

“Give it to me,” he demands against my clit.

I’m about to oblige when a knock sounds on the door. Jack’s mouth stills and I whimper.

“Go away,” Jack bellows.

“Uh…boss, I’m sorry to interrupt but, Wolf just called,” Bas says.

“Fuck,” Jack gunts, patting my ass. “Sorry, baby,” he says. “Off.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I ask as he slides out from under me, leaving me to straddle a pillow. For a second, I contemplate finishing myself off, but Jack rounds the bed and grabs a hold of my chin, forcing my eyes to him.

“I’ll finish you later,” he promises roughly. “Now, do me a favor and cover up. Bas is a good guy, but I don’t really care to have him know what you look like when you’re itching to come.”

Lifting onto my knees, I lean forward and wrap an arm around his neck.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy you look when you’re angry?”

“Reina,” he warns.

“Tell Bas to get lost,” I dare. “Or better yet tell him you’re not done taking care of your wife.”

In my head, my words are meant to be playful, but they lose their translation as I stare into his dark eyes. They become a plea, from me to him.

Choose me.

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