Page 506 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
I melted against the seat and let go of the tension in my legs, giving him room to slide a hand down the inside of my thigh.
“Good girl,” he growled in my ear. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt my wetness. “No panties. What did I do to deserve you?”
“Beats me,” I mumbled as he rubbed me in slow circles.
He leaned in close, filling my senses with nothing but him, and pressed two fingers inside me. I clutched his arm, feeling his muscles flex as his fingers flicked inside me. I moaned, and he silenced me with a kiss.
Unable to resist, I rubbed him over his pants. He was rock hard. The thought of having him inside me drove me wild. My mind buzzed with lust and wine, an exquisite combination. I fumbled to get my hand down his pants, but Chadwick didn’t make it easy on me, and it became clear that he had no intention of letting me have access to his cock in the limo. All he wanted was to tease me and make me feel good.
I decided to let him.
I spread my legs farther and pulled my dress up the rest of the way.
Chadwick pressed his thumb to my clit while he fucked me with his fingers. I moaned his name. He nipped at my bottom lip before his tongue slid between my teeth. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth while his fingers explored my pussy. I needed more. I wanted to be so full of him I felt like I would burst. I tugged at his arm, encouraging him to give me more, to give me everything, and he pushed in deeper, harder, and faster.
I whimpered.
He clamped a hand over my mouth as the limo made a gentle right-hand turn. He used his knee to keep us from sliding across the seat. All the while, he kept fingering me, and I finally lost the control I’d been clinging to and came hard and fast.
He didn’t stop.
Chadwick quite literally couldn’t get enough of me. He fucked me until my legs trembled and I couldn’t even remember my own name. When the limo pulled over outside his house, I clamped my legs closed, trapping his hand between my thighs.
He chuckled. “You want me to keep my fingers inside you while we get out of the car?”
I trembled with pleasure but couldn’t form words.
He extracted his hand and gave my cheek a firm pat, bringing me back to my senses. “There you are,” he mused. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll help you.”
He got out of the back first. The driver stood by, and Chadwick thanked him. When the driver noticed the wobble in my walk, Chadwick dismissed it as me having had one too many drinks. The driver nodded his understanding, got back behind the wheel, and drove off. We went to his front door, where Chadwick took his time putting his key in the lock.
“Hurry up,” I pleaded.
He unlocked the door and shouldered it open. We stumbled inside. He closed the door and grabbed me by the back of my neck. I gasped when he pushed me up against the door face first. My breasts were crushed against the wood, and he lifted my dress up from behind. He gave my ass a hard slap. I flinched.
He slapped me harder, and I smiled.
Desire rippled through me, white hot and desperate. I spread my feet and arched my back.
Take me.
He slapped me again.
I moaned.
Yes.
His belt jingled as he undid it. A condom wrapper crinkled and I heard his fly unzip. He dropped his pants and his boxers and stroked himself. He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth. With my cheek pressed up against the door and his hand still on the back of my neck, I couldn’t move.
All I could do was wait.
Once the condom was on, he ran his cock between my thighs. I was so wet. So swollen. So desperate. My pussy pulsed. My fingertips tingled. My heart raced.
“Do you want it?” Chadwick’s breath was hot on the back of my neck. I loved this side of him.
I nodded.
His grip on my neck tightened. “I need to hear you say it.”
