Shooter
P a r k e r c l u n g t o m e, her nails digging into my back as I kicked the bedroom door closed behind us. She tugged at my shirt, nearly ripping the shit off in her impatience. I tossed her onto the bed roughly, and she bounced with a soft gasp, eyes blazing with defiance.
“Better be careful what you ask for,”
I warned her, stripping off the rest of my clothes without breaking eye contact. Her heated gaze traveled down my tatted chest, my abs, then locked onto my dick with unmistakable hunger.
She licked those plump lips and smirked up at me as she peeled off her dress. “You talk too much. Show me something.”
Her words snapped my control. I lunged, gripping her thighs and yanking her down to the edge of the bed. Keeping her heels on, I ripped the flimsy lace panties off her smooth body like they were nothing, exposing her dripping pretty ass pussy. She hissed, arching into me, daring me to back up my words. I knelt between her thighs, looking up at her wickedly. “You gon’ beg first.”
Her eyes flashed, stubborn as always. “Never that.”
I chuckled darkly, running my tongue slowly along her inner thigh, feeling her muscles tremble under my touch. I knew exactly how to break her. She tried to hold it together, glaring down at me as I teased closer, finally dragging my tongue from the bottom to the top of her pussy—slow, deliberate. Parker’s breath hitched, but she bit down on her lip, refusing to give me the satisfaction.
“Oh, we gon’ see how long you last, baby,”
I murmured, before burying my face between her thighs, eating her like she was my last meal. Her legs jerked, thighs squeezing tight around my head. I slid two fingers deep inside her, stroking her spot just right while I sucked and flicked her clit with merciless hunger.
“Oh shit… fuck! !”
she cried out, hips rolling, desperate for more, but still fighting me, still holding back from begging.
I felt her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she tried to push my head away, still trying to play tough. I looked up, smirking. “Say please.”
She glared down at me, breathless, shaking her head. “Fuck you.”
I pulled away abruptly, making her growl in frustration. “Fine. You wanna be stubborn?”
Before I knew it, Parker pushed herself up and flipped us around, straddling me and gripping my dick tightly in her warm hand. She leaned down, lips brushing my ear seductively. “Maybe you’re the one who will beg.”
She sank down onto me, tight, warm, wet—taking all of me in one swift move. “Shit,”
I groaned, gripping her hips roughly. “That’s how you feelin’, huh?”
She began riding me slowly and deliberately, rolling those hips in circles, squeezing and milking me like she was born for it. Her nails scraped down my chest as she watched my face carefully, eyes dark with triumph.
“Who’s gon’ beg now, ?”
she taunted breathlessly, increasing her pace, grinding down, hitting all the right spots. Her titties bounced beautifully, and I palmed them roughly, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she whimpered, nearly breaking her rhythm.
“I ain’t beggin’ for shit,”
I growled, flipping her over again, her squeal echoing in the room as I pressed her onto her stomach, gripping her hips and pulling her ass up toward me. “But you will.”
I smacked her ass sharply, making her moan and arch back toward me. “Keep that ass up just like that,”
I commanded, driving back inside her roughly, hitting deep. Parker screamed into the sheets, gripping them tightly, her body shaking as I pounded her relentlessly. “Talk that shit now,”
I growled, wrapping her long hair around my fist and pulling her head back as I fucked her from behind, strokes punishing, deep, owning her completely.
“Fuck, ,”
she gasped, voice breaking, losing control completely. “Right thereeee… pleaseee. Keep fucking me just like that.”
“You beggin’ now, huh?”
I smirked, driving harder, deeper, knowing I had her exactly where I wanted her. Her pussy squeezed me tight, legs trembling as her orgasm crashed through her.
“Yesssss! Please don’t stop,”
she cried, collapsing forward slightly, ass still up, taking every thrust I gave her. But just as I thought I won, Parker surprised me again, pulling away suddenly and shoving me back onto the bed with a fierce shove.
She climbed back on top, this time facing away from me, reverse cowgirl. Her ass bounced beautifully as she fucked herself onto me, taking complete control again. “Fuck, baby,”
I groaned, gripping her hips, guiding her, losing myself in her wetness, the rhythm she set—fast, reckless, wild.
“Who’s winning now?”
she shot over her shoulder breathlessly, her voice thick with pleasure.
I grinned, thrusting up harder, matching her move for move, determined never to yield. “I don’t ever lose, but you gon’ scream my fuckin’ name again.”
We battled it out, each of us desperate to claim victory, bodies slick with sweat, breaths ragged, curses flying. The headboard banged wildly against the wall, neither of us slowing down. Finally, she threw her head back, climax hitting her again with wild force. “Fuck, ! Damn youuuu!”
I couldn’t hold back anymore, slamming into her deep one last time, letting out a rough groan, emptying myself deep inside her. We collapsed together, panting heavily, limbs tangled, bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. Parker lay on my chest, her breathing still ragged. After a long silence, she glanced up at me, a smirk playing on her lips.
“I still didn’t beg,”
she murmured.
“Lyin’ ass,”
I chuckled darkly, brushing her hair back from her damp face.
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue, curling deeper into my chest. “Whatever.”
I tightened my arm around her, satisfied, possessive as fuck. “Get used to it, Parker. This dick right here? It ain’t goin’ nowhere. And neither are you.”
She looked up at me, that stubborn fire still sparking in her eyes even as she softened. I smirked, pulling her close again. I didn’t say another word—didn’t need to. She knew damn well she wasn’t going nowhere. Not after that shit right there. Parker Mosley was mine, body, soul, and everything else. Whether she liked it or not.