by Parker Grey
"Jesus fucking Christ," I manage to gasp out, afraid I'm going to come already.
Emmy pulls back and with my hand in her hair, I pull her mouth off my cock and kiss her, hard. I can taste myself on her lips, but it tastes like she's mine, like I've claimed her.
As we kiss I reach under her skirt. She's wet as hell, and I massage her clit, finger fucking her lightly, tracing my fingertips over her asshole with her wetness as she moans softly. I can't take it for very long.
"Turn around and ride my cock," I order.
She does it instantly, pulling her skirt up around her hips, steadying herself against the dashboard, and straddling me, facing away. I grab my cock by the base, my other hand on her perfect, plump, round ass, and then I just watch as she lowers herself onto me with a groan.
My cock just disappears, all the way to the hilt. It's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen, her pretty little lips stretched around my girth, her tight wet heat already quivering around me. I take her by the hips and pull her down, feeling her clench around me, another soft moan escaping her lips.
Even if she's on top, we both know who's in control here. Emmy looks over her shoulder at me, eyes hooded with lust.
"It feels so good when you're inside me," she whispers, lifting herself up a little and then sinking back down, riding me slow.
"You feel fucking perfect," I say, still watching my cock disappear into her. "And I love watching your tight little pussy swallow my cock."
I hear another car drive by behind us, but neither of us turns around. I'm holding onto Emmy's hips tight, guiding her up and down, making sure that I'm hitting all those sensitive spots inside her. She's gasping and moaning, and I can tell that she wants to ride me faster, harder, but I don't let her.
I'm in control here, and I'm going to make her wait to come just a little longer. I love making her feel this good, and I love watching the incredibly, sensuous way she moves when we fuck, like she just can't get enough, and I want to make it last.
She gets closer and closer, her hands clutching at my dashboard, her back arched. Emmy starts moaning my name over and over, her hips moving and bucking desperately, and I know I can't deny her much longer.
"Colton," she whispers, sliding her tight little pussy down my length again. "Colton, make me come. Please make me come."
I let her speed up just a hair and she moans again, her head tilting back.
"God that feels good," she says, her voice breathy, like she can barely talk. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come—"
Then she does, hard, still riding me as her muscles clench and flutter and she moans my name with me all the way inside her. As she comes I pull her backward, turning her head toward me and she kisses me desperately, with total abandon, still writhing and bucking her hips as she does.
I don't come, though. Not yet.
Chapter Thirty-One
Emmeline
I push my face against Colton's while he's still inside me, still hard. Our lips tangle together and I feel fuzzy, like a pencil drawing, as I kiss him, half-turned on his lap.
"I love you," I whisper, pleasure still shocking through me.
"I love you too," he murmurs.
We kiss more. We shouldn't be here, fucking in his truck, but I couldn't help myself — after all, we just got married.
Then I get an idea. A dirty, filthy, outrageous idea, something we should definitely not do in the parking lot of Denver City Hall, but it makes an ache rise inside me all over again, even though I just came.
I push myself off Colton's cock. He looks faintly surprised, his eyebrows raised. I arch myself backward, grab his cock by the base, and slide the tip to my tight back hole. I'm so wet that his cock is practically dripping just from being inside me, and before he can say anything, I push back against him.
We both gasp at the same time. I go slow but the head of his cock slides into my ass, already lubricated with my own juices as it stretches me and fills me up. Behind me, Colton groans, both his hands on my ass.
I ease myself backward just a little more, stretched almost to the max, and just as I'm suddenly not sure that I can take his cock in my ass right now, I feel the ridge around the head pop through the ring of muscle, the thick tip of his cock inside my tight ass now.
"You're filthy," he whispers.
I have both hands on his dashboard now, still facing away from Colton as I ride him with my ass slowly, easing his cock into my tight hole little by little.
"You wouldn't want me any other way," I murmur, already half-delirious with pleasure.
I glance at the truck's side-view mirror, and can see Colton's face. He's looking down, watching me fuck him, totally and utterly captivated.
"I love you just the way you are," he growls. "Dirty as hell and sexy as fuck."
I slide down the rest of the way and suddenly he's hilted inside me again, his huge cock filling my ass completely, stretching me out and it feels fucking incredible. I arch my back and move just a little, that sensation alone sending sparks through my entire body.
"Tell me how much you like it when I fuck your ass," he commands.
"I love it," I gasp, rocking up and down a little harder. "Colton, it feels so good to have you inside me."
"And you like having me in your ass in public?" he growls. "In the parking lot of City Hall, where we just got married?"
Now I'm riding him harder, sliding almost his entire length in and out of my ass. If anyone sees us there's absolutely no mistaking what we're doing, but I can't stop.
If I get caught having anal sex with my husband in his car, well, I get caught.
"I'm gonna come again," I gasp. "Fuck, Colton, I can't help it."
"Come for me," he growls, his voice barely audible. "Show me how much you like this."
Then he pulls me down as hard as he can, slamming himself into my ass and I think my body explodes. I see sparkles in my vision as I come, my whole body wracked with spasms as I shout Colton's name, over and over, his cock still rock-hard inside me. I come and come, feeling almost like time stops until, at last, it begins to subside.
Right at that moment, Colton pulls me back against him. He takes me by the hips and starts bouncing me up and down, his lips close to my ear.
"I love feeling you come when I'm in your ass," he whispers.
Then he explodes too, hard, holding me down on top of him as he releases stream after stream into me, right there, in the public parking lot. He comes again and again, and when he finally stops, he pulls me down, twisting my torso, and kisses me deeply.
"I love you," he murmurs. "And I love you even more for this."
"Promise to never stop fucking my ass in public?" I whisper, smiling.
We kiss again.
"Promise," he says.
Another car rolls by, slowly. The passenger is staring at us, and once it passes, I finally climb off Colton, and we head back to our motel.
For more sex.
The rest of the summer is strange, but good. Colton gets a job on a ranch in western Nebraska, and even though it doesn't pay as well as my parents did, they give us a place to live. I pick up freelance graphic design work, and between the two of us, we have a nice, comfortable life.
We're a normal couple. No one here knows what happened, that I haven't talked to my parents, or that we eloped a few months ago. As soon as we can afford it we get simple wedding bands, and sometimes I catch myself staring at mine, wondering how all this happened.
There's still sex. A lot of sex. Being married to Colton only makes me want him more, not less.
It's almost October when my parents call. It's three in the afternoon and I'm working on a website for a local wedding photographer when my phone lights up with their number.
I take a deep breath and answer.
"Don't hang up," my mom says instantly. "I'm calling to apologize."
This entire time I've been sending them terse I'm alive emails, and she's been responding just as tersely. I know that even if things are rocky
between us, they'd worry about me.
"Okay," I say slowly, surprised.
It's not a particularly good apology, but it's an apology. She tries to blame it mostly on my father, though she backs down a little when I point out that she's at fault, too.
"Anyway, you're married now," she says.
Not the point, Mom, I think but I don't say it out loud.
"We are," I say.
"Are you happy?" she asks.
I look out the window of our little cabin onto the wide, grassy plain. Later, I'm going to finish up this job and Colton's going to come home. He's going to shower. I might join him or I might make dinner. He might get impatient while I do and bend me over the counter with my hands behind my back, or we might have dinner first before I climb onto him.
Then we'll go to bed in each other's arms and wake up the same way.
"I'm really happy," I say.
"Good," my mom says softly.
Epilogue
Colton
Six Months Later
I stop the truck in the driveway of the Saddle & Spurs, take Emmy's hand, and look over at her.
"It's gonna be fine," I say.
She tilts her head.
"Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?" she asks.
I sigh and shake my head, because she's right.
"Both, I guess," I admit.
The house is completely quiet, like no one's even there. The wind rustles through the grass as our footsteps echo over the porch, and Emmy knocks on the door.
"Come in!" her mom calls, and Emmy pushes the door open.
There's a banner strung across the hall, and for a split second, we both stare, and then it happens.
"SURPRISE!" people shout, suddenly coming from every corner of the house and flooding toward the front door. My mouth drops open as I look around — there are people I recognize and people I don't, but they all look... happy.
Even Emmy's dad, standing in the kitchen next to his wife, looks faintly pleased. Better yet, the shotgun is nowhere in sight.
"Come in, come in," Emmy's mom says, bustling forward. "I know we're late, but... we made you a wedding reception."
Emmy and I look at each other. We shrug. I know that this doesn't fix what happened and doesn't even come close, but that's no reason not to accept a party.
"Thanks, Mom," Emmy says, and we head into our wedding reception.
Later that night, we walk to the cabin that used to be mine. There was no alcohol at our makeshift reception — it's still not allowed — but I did sit down with Emmy and her parents for a good, long talk. I think I convinced them that I really do love their daughter, and she convinced them that she's an adult who can make decisions for herself.
Her dad gritted his teeth for the entire talk, but at the end, he shook my hand.
Then he offered me my job back. With a raise.
I said I'd think about it.
I open the door to my old cabin. There are unlit candles scattered around, rose petals on the bed, and a note on the table. Emmy laughs and starts lighting the candles, and soon the whole little place is infused with a warm glow.
I read the note.
Check the fridge.
Inside is a single bottle of champagne and nothing else, so I pop it and pour some into two mason jars from the cupboard just as Emmy comes back and hand her one.
"The champagne fairy stopped by," I say, grinning and holding up my glass.
She clinks her jar against mine, but then looks at it uncertainly while I take a sip.
"I thought you liked champagne," I say.
"I do," she says, looking into the glass. "I just... shouldn't have any right now."
I frown.
"You're not driving anywhere," I say, teasing her. "Celebrate some, darlin', it's our wedding reception."
Emmy just starts smiling. One hand floats to her lower belly, and suddenly everything clicks into place, my jaw dropping open.
"Emmy," I whisper, forgetting my champagne. "Really?"
She just nods.
"When did you find out?" I ask, taking her face in my hands.
"Yesterday," she says, her eyes lighting up. "I was gonna wait until after my parents to tell you. I know it's kind of a surprise and we weren't really planning anything yet, but..."
I kiss her, shutting her up, pulling her body against mine. Suddenly I feel ten times more protective and possessive about her, like I'd fight a lion barehanded if I had to.
"I can't believe I'm gonna be a dad," I whisper, taking her hands in mine.
"It's still early," she says. "There's a lot that could go wrong, and—"
I shut her up by kissing her again.
"I love you," I say, and then I rub her still-flat belly. "And I love this peanut already, too."
She laughs and kisses me again.
"We love you, too," she says. "Now carry me into that bedroom."
I do.
Join my mailing list and get Dirty Princess for free!
I’m a good girl - but they both want me!
As the only daughter of the Nero crime family, I’m practically a princess - and I get treated like one.
That is, until the Diamante family breaks into our mansion, crashes our Christmas party… and two very sexy men take me hostage.
Colt and Dante are huge, ripped, possessive, dominant, totally in control…
…and these two sinfully hot hitmen want to share me.
Join my mailing list and get Dirty Princess for free!
I’m obsessed with my secretary.
The way she walks. The way she looks at me. The way she says my name, especially when she says yes.
Yes, Mr. Declan.
I know better. I’m not just her boss, I’m the owner of the entire firm - and she’s just barely out of college and out at her first job.
Sweet. Inexperienced. Innocent.
I don’t just want Sloane. I want to own her, possess her, dominate her body and soul in every way I know how.
Come hell or high water, I won’t stop until she’s mine.
I’ve got a crush on my boss.
I shouldn’t. I know. I should find someone my own age to date, but I can’t stop thinking about my dominant, commanding boss.
Every time I walk into his office my knees turn to jelly. All I can think about is Mr. Declan bending me over his desk and taking me, making me his.
I could get fired for this, but there’s something in the way he looks at me, something in the way he speaks to me, and something about him that makes me want to beg him for more.
Please, Mr. Declan. Please.
Boss Me Dirty is a very dirty standalone romance with tons of steam, an obsessed, dominant, alpha hero, a happily-ever-after ending and NO cheating!
Get Boss Me Dirty on Amazon!
I’m hard on my students.
All semester, Melody has been sitting quietly in the back of my class - a straight-A student with a perfect 4.0 GPA. A nice, polite, well-behaved, good girl.
The kind of good girl I want to see on her knees in front of me, those big wide eyes begging me.
Touching her could get me fired and barred from teaching ever again. But when she asks me to be her thesis advisor, I say yes, and soon sweet, almost-innocent Melody is in my office, her ripe curves and pouty lips practically begging me to take her.
Dominate her. Claim her. Make this good girl my dirty girl.
It’s just an innocent crush…
I know it’s a total cliche to have a crush on your professor, but I can’t help it - he’s ruggedly handsome, incredibly smart, totally in control…
…and even from the back row I can see the monster in his pants.
I know these are dangerous games I’m playing with him. I know if we get caught, the consequences would be total disaster — but every time he growls my name, I practically lose my mind.
Take me, professor. Make me yours.
Get School Me Dirty now!
About Parker
I write obsessed, dominant, alpha heroes who stop at nothing to get their women - and get them dirty!
I can be found driving around my small, southern town in either my minivan or hubby’s pickup truck. No one here is the wiser about my secret writing life… and I definitely prefer it that way!
authorparkergrey
www.parkergreyromance.com
[email protected]
