Page 160 of Twisted Needs

I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated a man with so much hair around his junk, but on Parker it just makes perfect fucking sense. He’s wild and instinctive, and he has the body to show for it. God, I love it. I love the feeling of his hair against my skin. His warmth. The ridges of his substantive length.

There’s no hesitation as I pull back the foreskin and aim a drop of saliva right over his tip. The resinous spit slowly trickles down a moment before I feel my head being forced down. I wrap my lips and slosh my saliva around his thickness.

“That’s it,” he coos. Parker thrusts his hips up, stuffing the back of my throat. “Be a good boy and swallow that fucking dick,” Parker grunts, slapping my cheek.

I look up at him as I slip my tongue inside his foreskin, swirling it around his tip.

“Holy fuck,” he groans. “Mhmmh, fuckkk. Keep licking, angel. Get my cock all nice and wet so I can slide it into your tight, hot pussy.”

I drag my teeth along the thin layer of skin, earning me a few strong grunts from Parker. My hands cup his balls, fondling him a little rougher than I usually would. I suck them into my mouth, my tongue lapping across the hairy skin as spit dribbles out the corner of my mouth. Parker sucks in a breath when I pull back, caging them in my mouth with my teeth. His cock twitches against my face as I continue my torturous teasing.

“F-fucking hell,” he groans. “Dirty boy.”

I barely scrape by the moment the intensity on the plug spikes inside me, so intense that I can feel it in my toes. It catches me so off guard that I let out a whimper, momentarily reeling back a little. “Fuck,” I mutter sharply. My hand automatically reaches behind, but Parker pulls my hand away. “Oh my Goddd,” I groan in protest, falling against his lap. “Mhmmmhf…Petchka…please. Too much.”

“She can handle it,” he asserts. “Open your mouth.”

He grips me by the jaw, leans down, and spits into my mouth. Once, then twice.

It’s not my first time swapping spit, but the initial coldness of it always startles me. Despite myself, I swallow it before licking a wet line up his taint, flicking my tongue over the hairy stretch of skin. I lock eyes with him as I swipe a finger through some of the slickness on his cock. My finger travels down south, just barely daring to wander into new territory.

“Lovie,” I smirk. “Can I finger you?”

“Keep sucking,” he instructs, running his fingers through my sweaty hair. But he shifts around a bit. “Slow, okay?” There’s hesitation in his voice, but he takes a small breath. “I trust you.”

Something warm blossoms in my chest. He trusts me. For some reason, it feels huge.

“For the most part,” he jokingly adds, like he’s reading my mind. “If you call my ass a pussy I’ll spank you for real.”

“I won’t call her a pussy.”

“I’m sorry—did you want me to choke you with this cock?” Parker warns, slapping me in the face with his hard length. “Suck.”

Smiling up at him, I work my mouth over his salty flesh, hollowing in my cheeks as I savor his taste. I press my finger against his rim, slowly breaking through. Parker inhales sharply, but he’s relaxed enough for me to fully settle in. His tight, warm walls clench around my digit, latching on almost instinctively. He gives me a nod of approval. I ease my finger out for a moment, grazing my teeth against his cock before I edge it back in.

A shaky exhale fades to something ragged and darker when the speed on the plug clicks again, sending pulsing sparks up the center of my body. I flicker my eyes to Parker, who tosses the tiny remote on the bed.

He smooths his hand over my cheek. “How’s that feel, baby boy?”

“Intense,” I breathe, my cheeks stinging with heat. “I like it.”

It isn’t long before Parker instructs me to bend over the bed. He inspects me almost obsessively, parting my mounds of flesh like he’s looking for treasure.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters vulgarly. He doesn’t even fully sound like himself, and I don’t even think I can blame the tone of his voice on his little dom act.

I turn my head back and bite down on my bottom lip when his thumb brushes over my stuffed entrance. “Push this out,” he says softly, failing to mask his excitement. “I wanna hear the sound of the plug popping right out of your ass.”

He presses it into me a little. My mouth drops open as a loud moan slips past me as he jams the plug right up against my prostate.

“C’mon…” His fingers drift down to my taint, massaging it with precision. Something sparks through me as I work my inner walls, slowly but surely exerting the toy.

“Good boy,” Parker groans through clenched teeth, helping me the rest of the way and yanking the rest of the plug out of my ass.

The bed dips as he quickly lays down flat. “Climb on top and give me some ass,” he grunts.

We move in complete unison. I seal my lips around his dick and resume dragging my tongue up and down, taking him as far deep as possible and nearly struggling to breathe in the process.

Parker smacks his tongue as he eats me out, sloshing his spit in and out of my entrance. “Mhmmh,” he moans, against me. The sound of him lapping and slurping up my juices makes my toes curl, followed by his soft, warm exhale against my skin when he surfaces for air.