The Prize by Becca Jameson Page A

warm and left a faint trail of moisture that cooled when the air hit
     each spot.
    Finally, with no warning, he grabbed my thighs, pressed them farther apart, and lowered
     his face to suck my clit.
    I saw nothing, the room fading as if I would faint when he pushed me instantly over
     the edge. The orgasm had hovered there since the moment he’d discovered I’d removed
     my panties at dinner. It didn’t take much to draw it from my needy body. He might
     not have intended for me to come yet, but it hit me hard and fast with no warning.
    When the tremors subsided, he lifted his lips enough to mumble against my pussy. “So
     fucking sexy when you come like that.”
    At least he wasn’t mad.
    “So fucking sexy…” he repeated, kissing my lower lips, but not spreading them to continue
     what he’d started.
    If anything, I felt needier than I had before the orgasm. My channel gripped at nothing,
     desperate for attention.
    Parker grabbed my hips and lifted. “Flip over, hon.”
    My heart raced at the request. The idea of him taking me from behind was heady. Even
     though he had yet to use any real bondage equipment on me in this strange relationship,
     he always managed to take the upper hand. On my belly, I would be at his mercy. The
     most basic act of submission.
    I awkwardly let him help me to my knees, my hands still tangled in my dress.
    He nudged my legs apart, spread my lower lips open, and thrust two fingers into my
     pussy to draw out my wetness. Did he think there was a chance I wasn’t soaked and
     ready for him? Way past ready?
    His touch was welcome and amazing…and gone as soon as it began.
    I sucked in a sharp breath, willing him to resume his exploration.
    It was unnecessary, however, because he grabbed my hips and thrust his cock into me
     so fast, he took my breath away.
    I screamed out at the moment of the intrusion, my entire body on fire for him.
    When he drew himself almost out and thrust back in a second time, my elbows buckled.
    I had to lower my head to the mattress and use my forearms to keep myself from slamming
     forward into the headboard.
    Parker had a good grip on my hips, though. There was no chance he was going to let
     me get away from him.
    His cock felt larger than ever in this position, stretching me until I didn’t know
     where I ended and he began. My body was one with his.
    “You like that?”
    “Mmm. God. Please. Harder.”
    For once he took my words to heart and fucked me exactly how I craved, his cock pistoning
     in and out of me rapidly, thrusting back in deeper with every pass.
    I pressed my forehead into the bed and held my breath, trying hard to keep from coming
     again yet. I wanted it to last longer. I wanted to enjoy the feel of him inside me.
     I wanted to remember it for a lifetime.
    But there was no way I could stop the storm. The moment he reached around my body
     and rubbed my clit with his fingers, a hurricane slammed into me. I screamed out as
     my pussy gripped his cock and milked him.
    The low moan that accompanied my own noises was his, and he held himself steady buried
     deep inside me while he came right behind me.
    For several seconds, time stood still. My ears rang with the intensity.
    Finally, keeping himself buried inside me, he eased us onto our sides and spooned
     me from behind. With one hand, he reached up to tug my dress from my arms and toss
     it aside. I lowered them, but only to have him grip my wrists with his one large hand
     and press them between my breasts.
    He breathed heavily, nibbling a path around my neck and ear before lowering his head
     to my pillow behind me. “And you don’t think submission is for you…” he whispered.
    “Never said that. I’m sure I’d make a model submissive.”
    “Hmmm. I’m confused.”
    “I’m just not willing. There’s a difference.”
    “Mmmm.” He sounded sleepy and didn’t comment again.
    I felt cherished in his arms, unwilling to dislodge him. Warm. At peace for a moment.
    I was almost