Page 157 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
“Good,” he said. “This body is mine tonight.”
He slapped my ass. While it made me jump, it also turned me on. I had never been slapped before. Sex with Brad was bland, usually missionary style with me on bottom, wondering when the hell it would be over so I could shower. I shook the thoughts of Brad out of my head as Cayden slapped my ass again.
He ran a finger up and down my glistening slit. I wanted him to shove it in and finger fuck me, but he was teasing me. He stopped at my clit and began to rub it in slow, deliciously patient circles. I clutched the comforter, nearing an orgasm. Sensing this, he stopped playing and I gave him a growl.
“You can’t come yet,” he whispered in my ear. “You haven’t felt the best part.”
He moved back and got a whine from me, but I hushed at the sound of him working a condom over his dick. He moved back up and pressed himself inside of me, filling me up farther than I thought possible.
It hurt a little at first, but with each stroke, my body began to accept the size. My pussy wrapped around his cock and pleasure filled my lower stomach.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I told him as I gasped for air.
He ran his fingers through my hair and gathered some of it in his hands. He gently pulled my head back and whispered in my ear. “I am going to make you come all night,” he said. “We are going to fuck in every position possible.”
I moaned softly, praying he was being legit. He worked me a little deeper before moving back and turning me over.
“Spread your legs,” he said. The way he spoke to me turned me on. It was the perfect balance of being in command but doing it without coming across as an asshole.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said. Once again, he ran a finger from my clit down my slit, but this time, he put his finger to his mouth when he was done. “And you taste delicious.”
I smiled as heat burned my cheeks. Brad had never said anything like that. He may have complimented me once when I gave him a blowjob, but that was the extent of the bedroom praise.
Cayden thrust his cock into me again. Since my body was used to his size, it slid right in and we picked back up in the same rhythm as earlier. It felt so good to be fucked by him. He continued to work me, and my orgasm built with each movement.
“Play with your clit,” he commanded me. I had never played with myself in front of a man before, but I wasn’t going to argue. I needed this moment. Badly.
I began circling my clit as Cayden fucked me. He reached down and took one of my nipples in between his fingers. He squeezed it gently. Between the nipple play, the clit stimulation, and the fucking, my body gave in. Waves of pleasure radiate from my head to my toes.
“That’s it, Tiffany,” he said, continuing to rock forward. “Come for me.”
“Cayden!” I cried out in passion.
Once the orgasm subsided, Cayden pulled out of me and laid down next to me.
“Ride me,” he said with a naughty smile on his face. He must have sensed my self-consciousness about that position.
“I don’t know. I-“
“Please,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “It would be the sexiest thing in the world if you took charge and fucked me, Tiffany.”
That was all he needed to say. I straddled him, guiding his hard shaft back inside of me. Were two orgasms in one night possible? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to know.
I leaned down and kissed him. He bit my bottom lip.
“I love the way your body feels against mine,” he said, pulling away from our kiss. I sat up straighter, riding him like a cowgirl.
“Play with your tits for me, baby,” he mumbled as he ran his hands up my thighs and massaged them. I did as I was told, enjoying it far more than I should have.
“You’re so fucking hot. You have no clue,” he said. “It feels like you’re putting on a naughty show just for me. I love it.”
He words made me lift up and ride harder. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to feel him release and know that I did it.
“Talk dirty to me, Tiffany,” he said. I hadn’t talked dirty to anyone before, but I had watched enough porn to know a few things.
“Do you like how I’m riding your cock, baby?” I asked. Dirty talk may be something we needed to work on. Obviously.
“More,” he said. “Dirtier.”
