Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3) by Andria Large, M.D. Saperstein

something like "Baby" or "Pussy." It really gets his goat, and I love it.
    Parker skirts the counter and grabs me up by the front of my shirt as soon as he is in reaching distance. He then shoves me back against the adjacent counter, our bodies touching from lower abdomen to thigh. His face is so close that I can only see his bright blue eyes, which are smoldering with anger and something else that I can’t name.
    "Fucking dick, is this what you want?" Parker breathes before attacking my mouth.
    I scramble to grab hold of the back of his upper arms to gain some leverage. Parker is bending me back over the counter slightly, whether he knows it or not, I can’t be sure. His mouth is hot and demanding, making my stomach flip. The earlier kiss was decent, but I knew that Parker wasn't all that into it. This one, however, is burning my blood. He’s holding nothing back, kissing me like he actually wants to, has a desire to. So I kiss him back with the same fevered passion.
    I’m so turned on that I can barely stand it! I want more than just this ravaging of mouths - I want to be touched, I want to touch Parker. But I know if I do, it will be the end of this. If I go anywhere near his raging hard on, this will be finished. And I definitely don’t want that, I want this to keep going.
    Parker tears his mouth away, panting frantically, our chests heaving against each other’s. Our arms have somehow tangled around each other, and our groins are pressed tightly together. I can feel all of Parker’s impressive length right alongside of my own. His head drops back on his shoulders, his eyes closed and mouth parted, as he tries to catch his breath. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I don’t want to press him. He hasn’t moved away yet, so that’s a good sign. Right?
    After a minute or so, Parker still hasn’t moved. His breathing has slowed, but his head is still back and his eyes are still closed. I lean in and start kissing his neck. His breathing hitches and his hands tighten on the back of my T-shirt, where they were earlier while we were kissing. I squeeze his hip.
    "Let me make you feel good," I whisper against Parker’s neck before licking a line up to his ear.
    He shudders as his breath hisses out. He doesn’t reply, so I take it as a green light. I let my fingers drift along the waistband of his jeans until I get to the button and zipper. I pop the button and slide the zipper down slowly, making sure not to abrade his swelling dick. He tenses and I brace myself for a blow. I wait, watching as Parker brings his head up and looks at me, his expression confused and wary.
    He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "Don't...just...let me touch you. If it is really that fucking horrible then I swear I'll stop."
    Parker swallows hard and nods, his eyes fluttering shut. I bite back a smile. He’s really trying to be brave. I plan to reward him for that.
    I push his jeans down his thighs, making his erection spring free. Apparently, the guy goes commando. I slide my hand down the underside of Parker’s large cock to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze and tug. He chokes back a moan. I can tell that he didn't mean to do it, but it came out anyway. I move back up to wrap my hand around the smooth shaft. I start pumping my fist up and down at a leisurely pace to let Parker get used to it. I wonder if he is imagining that it’s a woman doing this to him?
    I look down to watch myself as I jerk off a guy for the first time ever. Yes, I have had sex with a man before, but never by choice, and never anything beyond being bent over.  I lick my lips, I’m definitely having an urge to drop to my knees and take Parker into my mouth. I wonder if Parker would let me? His shirt keeps getting in the way, so I tug on it signaling him to take it off.  He grabs it by the collar and drags it over his head while I go back to jerking him off. I look over his muscled frame and feel my cock harden even more, if that’s