His

“Parker Knowles, where have you been all my life?” I giggled when he dragged me over to a pot of obviously long-simmering, bubbling red sauce and brought a spoonful to his lips. He took a taste, humming softly.

“You’re gonna love this.” He offered me the saucy spoon, a drop of bright red splashing on his pristine, white marble counter.

“I’ll wait for the finished product. I’m enjoying the view perfectly from here.”

His eyebrow arched, and he shook his ass once, now sadly covered by his board shorts.

I was still sore from the pool, but that didn’t stop me from being turned on by this sexy, domestic version of him.

“I can’t believe on top of all of your other talents, you can cook too.”

He shrugged. “Only a few things. My grandma had a few family recipes my mom insisted we learn to make as we were growing up. I was everyone’s favorite friend in the college dorms, let’s just say that.”

He turned, snagging a piece of French bread from a mini loaf and drizzling it with olive oil. “Do you cook?”

He nudged the crust of bread at my lips and I took a bite, a drop of oil falling down my chin to my throat. His eyes followed the tracks, his grin deepening on one side and sending my tummy into cartwheels.

He pushed the bread through the oil again, his shiny white teeth cutting into the pillow of his lip as he dragged the bread across my lips. I licked quickly, our eyes locked when another two drops landed at my cleavage, peeking through the robe.

He didn’t even say a word, only advanced around the corner of the counter, his hands snaking into the sides of the robe and discarding it instantly to the floor. I didn’t have time to say a word before his hands were grasping my hips and hauling me onto the kitchen island. I shrieked when my bare ass cheeks landed on the cold marble, but I groaned a moment later when his lips found my pussy again, and he stroked in slow, deft strokes, eating me with determined tenderness.

He was intoxicating. The way he moved his body, stalked me like a predator with his eyes across the room, sent me fantasizing about his hard physical form pressed to mine. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on, and he wanted me.

“Fuck my face, baby, I need to taste this sweet cunt again before I’m satisfied.” He caught my hips in his wide palms and yanked me tighter against his face, teeth catching at my clitoris before he dragged slowly and shoved two fingers deep inside of my body.

He hooked them, and I groaned and moaned, his other hand catching my wrist and forcing my fingers to knead my own breasts.

“Tweak those pretty nipples for me,” he ordered, and I did so instantly, zaps of fire shooting through me. “Harder, princess, don’t make me do it myself. You won’t like it.”

I sucked in a ragged breath of air, afraid to pinch harder but wanting to please him.

I groaned when I pinched a second time, noticing the way his teeth dragged across my clit harder as I did. I arched my hips, squirming for more pleasure and less pain as bouts of tingles erupted through my sensitive nerves.

“It feels amazing at first,” I husked, “and then almost painful after.”

“That’s because you need Daddy to do it,” he gritted, his wide palms snaking up my torso and making me feel like a sexy greek goddess. His to play with, his to fuck, his to serve. My body on fire, he cupped my breast gently when he reached the bottom curve, his thumb sweeping across the hard peak gently but quickly. I squirmed and moaned softly, needing to feel him everywhere.

His hand was gone then, and just as I expected it to land at my other breast, he landed a swift smack across my nipple, then slapped the other. I shrieked, and he pinched, his other thumb and finger playing with my ass as two other digits worked in and out of my pussy. He was working me from all angles, my moans filling his large kitchen and echoing off of all those pretty, pristine walls.

Parker made me feel far from pristine, but so pretty. Somehow, with his hands working me over and eliciting pleasure I’d never known possible, I started to feel like maybe, just maybe, I did belong in his home, his life, his forever.

Wanting him so badly scared me, but not trying scared me even more.

“That’s it, Kitty Cat, purr for Daddy.” He growled against my pussy and I came in shockwaves on his cold marble island. His hands picked me up, hugging me close to his hard form as I trembled and shook and came down from yet another mindblowing orgasm.