Page 164 of Twisted Needs

For his birthday last week, the man said the only thing he wanted was a free-use agreement—which, let’s be honest here—is really fucking hot. Insatiable Parker is the best fucking Parker to ever exist.

“We have a few minutes,” he mutters in a voice that immediately makes me pliant and eager to comply. “I’ll be fast.”

On the rare occasion like this, putting up a fight just feels like a waste of time.

He positions himself like he’s spooning me, nosing along the side of my jaw before nuzzling into the curve of my neck. His mouth latches onto the side of my throat, sucking harder than he knows he should be as his thumb brushes over my sensitive nipple.

There’s a quiet shift in the space between us, and I feel it more than I see it. The air just feels so different when he’s this close, and although we’re banking on the fact that we’re on a private beach, the thrill of someone possibly speeding by on a boat or jet ski makes it all the more dangerous.

I lean in and brush my nose against his. “That tickles, Lovie.”

He grins. “Mmm. So that’s sticking…”

“I’m trying it out.”

“I think I like it better than Daddy.”

I snort. “No you don’t.”

“Mmm,” he hums, slowly pulling my speedo down. “No I don’t…”

A faint tremor works its way down my spine as Parker slicks my entrance. “Still pretty wet down here,” he murmurs.

“Well, it has been thirty whole minutes since the last time you left cum in my ass.”

“That’s just less prep time, baby,” he breathes. There’s a quick jostle of his trucks before he hooks onto my hips.

I suck in an immediate breath when he slices through me, harder than ever. His cock feels like it’s completely solid when he slips it in to my already tender hole. He takes me by surprise when he rolls on top of me, pining me down to the towel on the hard, wooden dock. His fingers lace through my hair, holding the top of my head as he plunges himself piercingly deep.

I let out a loud, but unexpected whimper as the pain lances through me. “Fuck,” I gasp. He keeps going, the force of his thrusting jolting my entire body. “Babe—” My voice falters into something thin and breathy. “Hurts, Lovie.”

“Shhh,” he coaxes. “You’re fine, sweetheart. You’ll feel better in a second.”

Something warm and needy builds inside me. I reach for his hand and pull his arm around me. “Hold me.”

Parker’s mouth lingers right at my ear. “Love you.” I close my eyes and take a grounding breath. “So much,” he continues to whisper as his thrusts quicken. “Whose baby are you?”

“Yours,” I whine. “Always yours.”

He breathes shakily, grunting right into my ear, almost unintentionally. “Always,” he coos. “You’ll be my baby boy forever.”

His breath picks up as he speeds up one last time, only taking a few more thrusts to fill me with fresh, hot semen. Parker squeezes me harder than life, sending his arousal up my body like he’s trying to fucking impregnate me or something.

“Mmhm…” I clench anything possible. “I want my Daddy’s cum.”

“Yeah, angel,” he hisses. “There you fucking go. Milk Daddy’s cock with that wet, hot pussy.”

“Oh my God,” I groan slowly. My walls hold him in, so tight that I can feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me.

He settles against me as I constrict around him, refusing to let go. Parker turns me by the chin. “Gimme a kiss,” he whispers softly. The switch-up in his tone immediately diffuses the steaminess, leaving room for something far more tender and deliberate.

“I love you,” I whimper, still sounding like I’ve been drilled into by a jackhammer.

His hand slides up the side of my face, his fingers curling around my cheek. His mouth lingers against mine, warm and unhurried, before he kisses me deeply. “Hmm,” he hums. It deepens quickly, like neither of us is interested in slowing down.

At one point, he breaks the kiss to give me a solemn look. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he murmurs, pressing his lips flat against my temple. “Love you…so much. I love you, sweetheart.”

The realization hits me right then and there. The last time we were out here on this dock…he made me cry. He made me feel like I was some dirty secret of his. It would be easy to tell him I forgive him or that it’s all water under the bridge, but the new Parker would never have that. The new Parker worships me like a temple and reveres me like an icon. Words aren’t necessary to prove to me that he’s truly sorry. Not when he’s making love to me in the exact same place he broke my heart one year back.