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game.”
Parker laughed low in his throat and slipped his hand between her legs and one finger beneath the tiny strip of fabric of her panties. Kelly gasped softly and closed her eyes. “I mean it.”
“Why don’t we talk about that later,” he suggested with a bit of a growl, and pushed her arm aside and planted his lips on hers again.
This time, there were no interruptions. He quickly helped Kelly out of her shirt and lacy bra, so that her breasts were exposed and in his hands. He grabbed her up as if she weighed nothing and twirled her around, seating her on the countertop, then braced his arms against it as he took one breast in his mouth and then the other.
Kelly caught her breath, arched her back, and thrust her breast into his mouth at the same moment her hands dug into his hair, while making sounds that suggested she was enjoying his attention to her breasts. Parker’s hands were skimming wildly over her body and her bare breasts, up her thighs and between them. She dropped her hands to his shoulder, her breathing raspy, and then to his shirtfront. When Parker lifted his head from her breasts, she caught his mouth with a kiss as she began to undo the front of his shirt.
She slipped her hands inside his shirt and sighed into his mouth as her fingers slid over his pecs, his hardened nipples, and then down his sides. “You’re gorgeous. I can’t believe this,” she said breathlessly as she scraped across his back and middle with her fingernails. “I wasn’t going to like you.”
“I wasn’t going to like you either,” he said, just as breathlessly, and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, then pressed his forehead to hers. “But I’m definitely liking you now, girl.”
“That’s great. Do you have a condom?” she asked, sliding her hand down and over a world-class, ought-to-win-an-award erection.
“Not on me,” he admitted with a wince.
Kelly suddenly pushed him away, slipped down from thecounter, and hurried into the living room to an end table near the sofa. She yanked open the drawer, threw several papers and things onto the floor, then whirled around, holding up a condom in her hand. She was naked from the waist up, her chest rising and falling with her gulps for air, wearing a short skirt and boots, and damn, Parker could come just looking at her.
“It’s a little old, but it oughta do the trick.”
He was next to her in three strides, and in a few moments, he had removed everything from Kelly but her boots. “Let’s keep the boots,” he suggested with a wink as he yanked his shirt from his body, then his shoes and pants.
Kelly’s eyes lit up at the sight of him—and frankly, he was a little impressed himself. Massively engorged and desperate to be in her, he stood before her, fully erect, until he reached for her, digging his fingers into the soft folds of her flesh, burying his face in her neck and, with one arm wrapped around her waist, picking her up and then falling onto her couch with her on top.
Kelly quickly lifted one leg, planted her heel beside him, and slid back to his thighs. She dragged her fingers down his chest, to his groin, and wrapped her hand around him.
“Shit,” he muttered as she took him fully in her hand and started sliding up and down. He slipped two fingers into her cleft and matched the rhythm of her hand, sliding up and down and around and around to the point that Kelly closed her eyes and dropped her head forward. The ends of her hair whispered against his belly, and Parker was thinking of taking matters to the next level when Kelly released a tiny cry and suddenly let go of him and pushed his hand away from her body. She grabbed him by the shoulder and lifted up, moving her damp body against the tip of his cock. With a very seductive smile, she started to slide her body onto his cock.
He groaned like an animal as she slid down on him; he gripped her hips and began to move with her, watching her face, watching her find pleasure in his
Parker laughed low in his throat and slipped his hand between her legs and one finger beneath the tiny strip of fabric of her panties. Kelly gasped softly and closed her eyes. “I mean it.”
“Why don’t we talk about that later,” he suggested with a bit of a growl, and pushed her arm aside and planted his lips on hers again.
This time, there were no interruptions. He quickly helped Kelly out of her shirt and lacy bra, so that her breasts were exposed and in his hands. He grabbed her up as if she weighed nothing and twirled her around, seating her on the countertop, then braced his arms against it as he took one breast in his mouth and then the other.
Kelly caught her breath, arched her back, and thrust her breast into his mouth at the same moment her hands dug into his hair, while making sounds that suggested she was enjoying his attention to her breasts. Parker’s hands were skimming wildly over her body and her bare breasts, up her thighs and between them. She dropped her hands to his shoulder, her breathing raspy, and then to his shirtfront. When Parker lifted his head from her breasts, she caught his mouth with a kiss as she began to undo the front of his shirt.
She slipped her hands inside his shirt and sighed into his mouth as her fingers slid over his pecs, his hardened nipples, and then down his sides. “You’re gorgeous. I can’t believe this,” she said breathlessly as she scraped across his back and middle with her fingernails. “I wasn’t going to like you.”
“I wasn’t going to like you either,” he said, just as breathlessly, and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, then pressed his forehead to hers. “But I’m definitely liking you now, girl.”
“That’s great. Do you have a condom?” she asked, sliding her hand down and over a world-class, ought-to-win-an-award erection.
“Not on me,” he admitted with a wince.
Kelly suddenly pushed him away, slipped down from thecounter, and hurried into the living room to an end table near the sofa. She yanked open the drawer, threw several papers and things onto the floor, then whirled around, holding up a condom in her hand. She was naked from the waist up, her chest rising and falling with her gulps for air, wearing a short skirt and boots, and damn, Parker could come just looking at her.
“It’s a little old, but it oughta do the trick.”
He was next to her in three strides, and in a few moments, he had removed everything from Kelly but her boots. “Let’s keep the boots,” he suggested with a wink as he yanked his shirt from his body, then his shoes and pants.
Kelly’s eyes lit up at the sight of him—and frankly, he was a little impressed himself. Massively engorged and desperate to be in her, he stood before her, fully erect, until he reached for her, digging his fingers into the soft folds of her flesh, burying his face in her neck and, with one arm wrapped around her waist, picking her up and then falling onto her couch with her on top.
Kelly quickly lifted one leg, planted her heel beside him, and slid back to his thighs. She dragged her fingers down his chest, to his groin, and wrapped her hand around him.
“Shit,” he muttered as she took him fully in her hand and started sliding up and down. He slipped two fingers into her cleft and matched the rhythm of her hand, sliding up and down and around and around to the point that Kelly closed her eyes and dropped her head forward. The ends of her hair whispered against his belly, and Parker was thinking of taking matters to the next level when Kelly released a tiny cry and suddenly let go of him and pushed his hand away from her body. She grabbed him by the shoulder and lifted up, moving her damp body against the tip of his cock. With a very seductive smile, she started to slide her body onto his cock.
He groaned like an animal as she slid down on him; he gripped her hips and began to move with her, watching her face, watching her find pleasure in his
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