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ass, spreading the wetness around my hole. I almost came when I imagined him pushing his way inside, stretching and filling me.
I could hear him groan, and I could sense his hunger.
“Let me take care of you,” I purred, scooting down between his legs. He pulled the purple vibrator from my hand and positioned it between my ass cheeks.
I wiggled my butt for him, to make access a little easier, and he didn’t waste a single second. As I swirled my tongue around his hard, humongous cock, he pushed the tip of the vibrator into my ass with gentle pulsating motions.
He was just as nasty as I remembered him, which you wouldn’t have expected, if you’d known about his job and his prim and proper behavior outside the bedroom.
I moaned into his cock as he pushed the vibrator deeper into my ass. I loved having my holes filled, especially by Parker.
He was giving me more and more pre cum, and I knew we’d better switch positions, or else he’d explode into my mouth. That’s not how I wanted to end the night.
With a loud slurp, I popped his cock out of my mouth and licked my lips. “You want a piece of that ass? You can’t let my vibrator have all the fun, now could you?”
“Come over here, omega,” he growled as he got up on his knees and pushed me down on my belly.
He put a hand on each of my hips and pulled my ass up into the air, giving it a tight slap.
“Oh, crap. Give it to me.”
“Have you been bad? Are you nasty?”
My cock stiffened even more upon hearing his words. “I’ve been a nasty bitch omega, and I need my punishment now.”
Parker groaned as he slid his cock into me, and I whimpered.
We fell into rhythm, and he pounded my ass with a strength that surprised me. Damn, he must be hitting the gym on a regular basis.
My mouth went cold, and a jolt of electricity slammed through my body, until a stream of cum splashed from my dick.
“Damn,” he grunted as he filled me with his sweet cum. It was so plentiful that I could feel it dripping from my hole even as he kept thrusting.
I let out a breath and we fell onto the bed, his knot expanding within me, stretching me further. We’d be stuck like that for a while, which gave us plenty of cuddle time, assuming we didn’t pass out first.
“Holy crap, Parker. Why did you have to disappear all these years?” I whispered with a hoarse voice.
He chuckled and ran his hand up and down the side of my body, making my hair stand on end.
“I must have been crazy,” he said, kissing me behind the ear. “Well, I’m here now, for a while at least.”
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my heart. I’d have to be content with that, for now.
3. Parker
“Oh, let’s check this out. Looks like a display of Christmas ornaments.”
It was Sunday morning, and I’d decided to accompany Mom to the local Christmas market. It was somewhat famous throughout the region, so there were plenty of visitors from neighboring towns, which made for a busy crowd, relatively speaking. It was hard not to compare everything to New York. There, this would have been termed a ‘sparsely attended’ event.
We shuffled closer to the to the display, and I scanned the table, noting the intricate decorations adorning each of the glass ornaments.
“They’re handmade,” said the portly gray-haired lady behind the table. “The ones on this end are from Germany, and these here are from our workshop here in town. Lovely, aren’t they?” she said with a bright smile.
I grinned. “They sure are.” Living in New York, I never would have had the opportunity to have these quaint little experiences, especially out in the community. It was refreshing, and it was nice to interact with people other than other Wall Street zombies.
“Mom, do you like that one? And that one?” She nodded and I turned to the lady behind the table. “Excuse me, what’s your name?”
“Lucy, and yours?”
“Parker. Parker Jones. Lucy, can I have these two ornaments, please?” I pointed to the ones Mom had been eyeing like a kid in a candy store.
“Oh, Parker, you don’t have to do that.” Mom swatted my shoulder and chuckled. She might try to deny it, but I knew she was dying for them.
I slipped the payment to Lucy before Mom could object again, and she wrapped them up