Free Addicted to Mr. Parks (The Park #2) by Lilly James Page B

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    Parks held me for as long as I wanted to be held. Being in his arms was the reason I felt secure, protected. He was my saviour, my paradise.
    After almost an hour of silence, I cleared my throat and asked for some clarification. “Do I still turn you on?”
    His breath caught at my question, but then his eyes turned hot and eager. He whipped the towel from his body and exposed his almighty, erect cock, causing me to gasp inwardly.
    “Does this answer your question?”
    Jesus. I flew at him, knocking him down onto the carpet. He accepted the crash my lips made into his as I kissed him fiercely, fighting my tongue into his mouth and lapping it against his.
    “Evelyn.” He breathed my name with tenderness when I straddled him like an animal who’d just caught hold of her prey. He squeezed my arse cheeks with his big hands, pushing me between his thighs. “Ride my cock, Princess.”
    “That’s what I intend to do.” I tilted back and hovered over him, taking his length into my palm. His head fell back as he bit his lip, groaning from his throat. I pumped him in my hand, then guided him over my entrance. Just the tip of his wide crown dipping into me was enough to form a yelp. “Oh…God,” I whimpered, sliding myself down his length, allowing him to fill me the way he always did.
    “Hmm. Fuck, baby. I’ve missed your sweetness.”
    His sexy words caused chills, but my attention was drawn to where his cock filled me. I began to move, pulling Parks into me so his head nuzzled into my neck. I felt his breath against my throat as I ground my hips, rocking back and forth, needing deeper penetration.
    “Wade. You feel so good.” My words were ragged from his touch. I was prisoner to his hands as they alternated between supporting my back and clutching at my arse as I gyrated to pick up momentum.
    “I need to see you,” Parks ordered roughly, lying back so he was in full view of my body. My mind was cut in two. One part was panicky, scared, and conscious of my body being bare to him; my scars, my weakness, and vulnerability. But the way his lustful stare pierced into me, and the way he bit down hard on his lip as he glanced over my body, growling so low and appeasing, made the other half of me feel confident. He made me feel sexy, and that hindered my weakness, but I was still hesitant, and he sensed it.
    “I won’t tell you again. I want to see you. Ride my cock, Evelyn.” His erotic words bit at me and pushed me into motion, slapping away and banishing my thoughts of insecurity. I began pushing off my toes, sliding his cock out of my cleft, and slamming down so damn hard our bodies collided with a sensual thud. The sounds of my arse and thighs brushing against his body were erotically hot, and it made my determination soar. I clasped my hands around his thighs and began to bounce up and down, picking up a fast, determined pace. Hot sweat dotted over my skin, my cheeks heated and flushed, and I felt pleasure build inside me. The sexy grunts, the soft curses, and the mastery in the way he moved caused my chest to tighten and twist with desire.
    He reached between my legs and pressed two fingers against my clit, immediately spiking my need to climax. His fingers against my clit withdrew that power from me, making me feel weak. I dug my fingers into his thighs as I slid myself up and down his cock. My stomach contracted, my mind blacked out, and it became impossible to move as I was about to come.
    “Let me hear you, Princess.” My moans were loud, drawn-out, and unmanageable as I climaxed against his fingers and around his length. “Your sweetness clenching around my cock is fucking heaven,” he growled. I smothered his mouth with my lips, moaning into them. Then I began to really move, fucking him, pushing vigorously off my leg muscles. He wanted to talk, wanted to moan, but I suppressed his words, sucking them up with my tongue and kissing him with as much drive as I was taking him.
    He took hold of my