Page 10 of The Farmer
“But you went the extra mile by making me come.”
His eyes turn a shade darker as he steps closer to me until we’re only a few inches apart. He grazes my cheek with his knuckle, running it along my jaw, my throat, and lingering over one breast, my nipple immediately turning into a pebbled peak. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself.”
“What if that’s exactly my intention?”
Parker takes the mug from me and sets it on the nearest table. “Well, I’ve been an accommodating host so far, haven’t I?”
I don’t miss the dark promise in his voice, and I instinctively rub my thighs together. “Y-yes.”
“So I guess, your wish is my command.”
His mouth crashes into mine with a heat that leaves no room for breath. Tongue sliding deep, hands gripping my waist like he’s trying to burn his fingerprints into me. I melt into him so easily.
His hand slides up the back of my shirt—his shirt—bare skin meeting rough palms, and I shiver at the contact.
“You’re gonna kill me walking in here looking like that,” he says against my mouth. “Nothing under this damn shirt, legs bare, teasing me with every step?—”
My teeth catch his bottom lip. “Then do something about it.”
Parker growls.
Before I can blink, I’m lifted—thrown almost—onto the closest bale of hay, the world spinning for half a second before his body presses between my thighs, heat meeting heat, hard and unrelenting and demanding.
“Here?” I gasp, lust clouding my senses.
“Right here.” His hand trails down my thigh, eyes burning as he cups my bare pussy. “Gonna make you remember this barn every time you close your eyes. Every time you think of me, you’ll feel this moment, right here, right now.”
Holy guacamole. Yes.
His mouth finds my neck—biting, licking, sucking like he wants to mark me, and God, I want him to—and every roll of his hips makes my pulse spike higher.
“Already so wet for me,” he groans, pushing the shirt higher and wrapping his big hand around my tit. “You like this, baby? You like me to have easy access to your pussy? Have you any time I want?”
“God, yes,” I manage to gasp, my breath hitching as his thumb circles my nipple, drawing out a moan from deep within me.
“Say it again.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I say, panting and barely able to form words. “Right here. Right now.”
He groans, mouth hot against my ear. “Then hold on, baby. Because I’m not stopping this time. Not even if the earth cracks open. You’re going to feel every inch of me.”
I’m shaking with need, anticipation fizzing through me. “Stop talking, Parker.”
He chuckles and licks a stripe along the side of my neck. At the same time, he wedges the tip of his cock against my entrance. I squeeze my eyes shut, but Parker bites my collarbone lightly. “Open those gorgeous eyes, baby, and look at me as I pound into you.”
Oh, Jesus.
Parker drives into me inch by agonizing inch, and I blink through the sting. God, he’s big, and he stretches me open. He stops about halfway through, and I squeeze his forearm, nodding in encouragement. “I’m okay. Just need a moment to adjust.”
“Does it hurt?” he asks, his voice laced with concern. His eyes search mine, looking for any sign of discomfort.
“A little sting, but please don’t stop.”
He hesitates for a beat before he slides into me, slowly until he’s buried to the hilt. I feel so full, all my nerve endings crackling with sparks.
With the muscles in his neck flexing and his jaw ticking, Parker stares at me, his gaze burning me from the inside. And finally, he thrusts, slowly at first, as if he’s afraid of breaking me, and when my hips begin to meet his drives, he takes that as his cue to be rougher.
And by rougher, I mean he ruts into me like a wild animal.
