Parker
“Sugar, fuck, if you could see my view,” I groan, skating my hand down the back of her naked thigh. It’s fucking pathetic how desperate the words sound, but Jesus, nothing, and I mean fucking nothing has ever looked this good.
Codi looks over the naked shoulder at me, sweet lips lightly parted, purple eyes drunk with need.
She’s naked. On all fours. Knees parted as far apart as possibly comfortable.
“Fuck, baby, I need a picture,” I stand, eyes scanning her room for my phone.
“WHAT?” she gasps, her knees drawing together before I scowl down at her moving. She stops but stares at me with beautifully wide eyes.
“Trust me, I’ll show you, you hate it, I’ll delete it.”
She swallows deeply. “Promise?”
“Sugar, there ain’t need to promise that, you see what I’m seeing, you’ll be turned on knowing I got that on my phone, knowin’ I can stroke my cock while staring at my favorite fuckin’ place on Earth.”
That gets her, her hips pushing backward ever so slightly, searching for relief. She cries out softly when she hears the telltale click of the camera on my phone and I smile to myself.
Codi Rein. My sweet fuckin’ dirty, Sugar.
Sliding up beside her, I put the image in front of her eyes, watching them dilate with wild lust.
“See,” I whisper. “This is heaven on fuckin’ earth, Sugar. Look at your creamy thighs, spread wide for me.” I trail a finger along the image like I would her skin, and she bites her bottom lip.
“Look at your perfect fuckin’ ass cheeks, round and ready for my mouth, for my hands.”
Her breathing stutters and I know if I reach my hand back to find her sweet spot, she’d be drenched, clenching and greedy for my fingers.
But I refrain. For now. Enjoying my form of torture.
“Your arched back,” I continue, touching the photo. “All the way down to your tight little asshole, begging for attention. Almost ready for my cock, don’t you think, Baby? So greedy whenever I touch you there, clenching down on my fingers as I let them fuck your ass.”
Her neck tips back, an audible whimper escaping her throat.
“Then there’s your pretty pink pussy. Look at her. Glistening. Wet. For me,” I whisper against her ear. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
Biting her earlobe, I pull back. Arranging my phone against her pillows so she can see. “I’m gonna leave this here, let you see what I see while my tongue’s teasin’ that sweet little cunt of yours.”
Moving back to my position at the back of her head, I groan. Fuck. I’ll never tire of this. Of her. She’s perfection. In every possible way.
I waste no time feasting on her pussy. Gliding my tongue back and forth over her slit in thick, wide strokes. She pushes back eagerly, trying to fuck my face.
Palms on her ass cheeks, I grab hold, pulling her back and giving her what she wants.
I eat her. Messy. Greedy. Feral.
She’s so close. I can feel her throbbing against my tongue.
I stop and she cries out.
“No. No, don’t stop. Baby, please,” her forehead hits the mattress and she groans in frustration. “I was right there.”
“Mmm…” I agree, standing to full height behind her and yanking her hips backward. “Wanted to feel you come on my dick though.”
Looking over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, eyes wild with her impending orgasm, she runs her tongue along her teeth. “Hard.”
Gliding my head along her clit over and over again, I frown. “Huh? Sorry, couldn’t quite hear that.”
“Hard,” she grits out, her body shaking every time the head of my cock hits where she needs it.
“Sugar,” I tsk. “Give it to me how I want it, then you’ll get what you need.”
She exhales heavily, pushing her tits down into the mattress to arch her back more. “Fuck me hard, Parker.”
Lining up at the heat engulfing the head of my dick, I push forward, only slightly. “You didn’t say please.”
She glares at me over her shoulder, purple eyes shooting sparks in my direction and I laugh, loudly, but give her what she wants.
I slam forward and pull out fast, just to do it again.
She comes. Like I knew she would. Her body already there, just needing that last push over the cliff to fall into the sweet, pleasure of nothing.
The slap of skin echoes with her loud and incoherent cries of her orgasm as I fuck her. Hard. Like she wanted.
It still blows my mind that we made it here. Together. That her love for me was strong enough for her to forgive all the shitty things I’ve done. I don’t deserve her. I know that. Doesn’t mean I’m ever giving her up. Not a fuckin’ chance. She’s mine. And for some warped reason, she thinks I’m worthy of her. I’m not idiot enough to convince her otherwise.
She pushes up from the bed, her back hitting my chest, and I hold her there, large palm squeezing her tit as I move in and out of her body.
The back of her head rests on my shoulder, her matted hair slick against her forehead. I kiss her.
“I need you to be my wife,” I pull back, my words humming softly against the stuttered sounds of her breathing.
“Wha—”
I kiss her again, cutting off her question and letting my tongue dance in her mouth, cutting off her ability for coherent thought.
Fuck she feels good. My neck tips back, leg muscles straining as I bury myself deep inside one last time as I come on a long, satisfied groan.
“Fuck, Codi.”
Her arm twists upward, cupping my head and bringing my mouth down to hers. Our kiss is slow, unhurried and we spend minutes lost in the intimacy of the moment.
“People think a proposal should be a huge fuckin’ deal; flowers and champagne, me on one knee. I disagree, what we just shared, that’s as intimate and as emotional as anyone can get. Lost in one another the way I’m lost in you.”
Her purple eyes blink softly and I exhale softly.
“I don’t wanna ask you to marry me because it doesn’t feel like that measly question is enough to show you how much I want this. I need you to be my wife, Codi. Like I need my next fuckin’ breath.”
I swallow down my nerves, not wanting her to see how fuckin’ anxious I am that she’ll say no. “You put me back together and showed me life was worth living. I don’t wanna waste another second of this life without you. I need you to be my wife so every day I get to see your purple eyes and the realness in your smile; knowin’ I make you happy. I need you to be my wife so we can start planning our life together; travel, kids, whatever the fuck you want, Codi. I need you to be my wife so I can call myself your husband. I fucking need you to be my wife so I know I can love you forever. And that you’ll love me back for just as long.”
She spins in my arms throwing her arms around my neck. “I want all that and more. I love you, Parker Shay. I need to be your wife, just as much as you need me to be. Maybe more.”
My lips grow into a wide smile, peace filtering into my soul. “Random fact, you’ve just made me the happiest motherfucker on the face of this Earth.”
She smiles, sighing dreamily. “Random fact, we’re namin’ our first baby Bob.”
I laugh. Loudly. The sound making her smile grow.
“That’s an opinion, not a fact. Try again.” I push her back onto the bed, pinning her beneath me.
“Random fact, I never thought a man would be my reason for breathing. I was wrong.” The words are whispered softly, her eyes lost in mine.
Leaning down, I kiss her. I have to, she’s just given me the world, and I plan on spending the rest of my life showing her how grateful I am.
Codi Rein may have started as a means to an end, but that was lost the moment I laid eyes on her.
She was supposed to be a no one but quickly became my everything.
She wasn’t supposed to make me smile, she wasn’t supposed to make me laugh. But she ignited happiness in my soul when I thought it no longer existed in the bleak darkness of my world.
She wasn’t supposed to make me love her, but I was a fool for ever thinking I stood a chance.
Codi Rein controls my heart, it’s hers, she may have started as a means to an end, but she quickly became my happily ever after.