Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 247: Softer… yet Peaky and Wet**

Tessa was still trembling in his arms, but the moment her breathing steadied, a new fire ignited in her eyes. She pressed closer, her cool lips grazing his ear as she whispered, voice thick with hunger, "I need more."

Her hands moved with purpose now, sliding down his chest, her fingers tracing every sculpted muscle before reaching the waistband of his pants. Her touch was both gentle and possessive, her body still humming from her release, yet she craved more—craved him.

Parker exhaled sharply as she undressed him completely, her fingers skimming down his skin, her gaze filled with open admiration. Her icy fingertips contrasted with the heat of his body, leaving a delicious sensation wherever she touched.

"You're perfect," she murmured, trailing kisses down his jaw, across his collarbone. "And mine."

Parker smirked, his hands moving to her waist, gripping her firmly. "Yours, huh?"

Tessa nodded, her breath hitching as she pressed herself against him, fully bare, fully his. "And you're going to fuck me," she declared, her voice dripping with need.

He didn't hesitate. With one swift motion, he turned her in his lap, her back now against his chest, facing the unconscious forms of Naomi and Elena in their cocoons. Ere, not far off, twitched an ear but remained curled up, uninterested.

Tessa gasped as he adjusted her, his strong hands gripping her hips, positioning her exactly how he wanted. Then, without warning—

*Smack*

She let out a sharp moan as his palm met her ass, the sound echoing through the chamber. Her breath hitched, a shiver rolling down her spine.

Parker hummed in approval, squeezing, kneading, feeling the way her body responded to his touch. "You've changed," he murmured, his hands exploring every new curve. "Softer… yet peaky in all the right ways."

Tessa whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate for more. "Parker—"

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You're not ready for what comes next."

But the way she moved, the way she moaned his name, told him she was more than ready.

And he wasn't going to hold back.

The tension between them was suffocating, thick with unspoken hunger. Parker let it stretch for a moment, savoring the way Tessa's breath hitched, the way her chest rose and fell, anticipation making her body tremble beneath his touch.

Then, he moved.

Slowly, deliberately, he turned her to face him, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw as he tilted her chin up.

Their eyes met—hers glazed with desire, his dark and unreadable. He didn't kiss her right away. No, he let her feel his breath ghost over her lips, teasing, taunting, watching as she parted them slightly, instinctively leaning closer.

That was when he finally claimed her mouth.

The kiss was slow at first, deep and deliberate, his lips moving over hers with practiced ease. His tongue teased against the seam of her lips before slipping inside, coaxing a soft, breathy moan from her throat.

His hands roamed, fingers spreading over her waist, then lower, cupping the soft curve of her ass before dragging her flush against him.

A shiver ran through her as she felt the hard press of him against her stomach. Parker smirked against her lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, "Feel what you do to me?"

She didn't answer—just whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders.

His mouth left a trail down her neck, hot and wet, lingering at the spot where her pulse pounded hardest. He bit down—just enough to make her gasp—before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hands were everywhere, mapping her body as if memorizing every inch, every curve, every reaction.

And then, without breaking contact, he lowered himself to his knees.

Tessa's breath caught as his hands trailed down her sides, his mouth following suit. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along her stomach, her hip bones, the sensitive dip just above her thigh. She jolted when he bit down gently, his chuckle vibrating against her skin.

"You're sensitive here," he murmured, his fingers trailing up the inside of her thighs, barely touching, just enough to make her squirm. "How about here?"

He kissed higher, closer, dragging his tongue over her inner thigh, watching her body twitch, her hands flying to his hair.

"Ahh—Parker…" she moaned, her voice breathless, pleading.

He smirked, his grip tightening on her thighs as he spread her legs wider, his tongue darting out to flick against her most sensitive spot.

The reaction was immediate—her back arched, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as pleasure shot through her like electricity.

He took his time, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and deep, deliberate licks, listening to the way her moans turned into desperate whimpers. She was drowning in sensation, her hips moving instinctively, chasing his mouth, craving more.

"Parker—fuck—please," she begged, her voice shaking.

He pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, a dark amusement flickering in his eyes. "Please what?"

Tessa groaned, frustrated, her nails raking against his scalp. "You know what. Stop teasing me."

His laugh was deep, almost cruel. "Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than teasing you."

Standing abruptly, Parker grabbed her waist and turned her around, pressing her against the wall. She barely had time to catch her breath before she felt it—the thick, pulsing heat of him pressing against her, the friction enough to make her shudder.

He slid his hands up her sides, then lower, gripping her hips as he positioned his erect dick at her entrance. Leaning in, his breath brushed against her ear.

"You ready for me?"

Tessa exhaled shakily, her fingers pressing against the wall for support. "Always... You're so big for me darling~~"

With that, he thrust his hips forward the big penis stretching her inch by inch, filling her completely in one slow, punishing stroke.

Her moan shattered the silence, her head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure coiled deep in her core.

Parker groaned, his grip tightening, his voice strained. "Fuck, you're so wet and smooth Tessa... you feel perfect." He could feel her walls squeezing his dick head making him want to erupt in her.

He gave her a second to adjust, savoring the way she clenched around him, then pulled back—only to thrust in harder, deeper. The force of it made her gasp, her body jerking against the stone, pleasure crackling through her veins.

And then, there was no holding back.

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His pace turned relentless, his hands roaming—one gripping her waist, the other sliding up to wrap lightly around her throat. Not to squeeze—just enough to remind her who was in control. The added pressure made her whimper, her body melting against his, surrendering completely.

"Say my name," he growled, his pace unrelenting.

Tessa moaned, her nails scraping against the wall. "Parker—fuck—"

"Louder," he demanded, his thrusts turning rougher, deeper, his fingers circling her clit in time with his movements.

She cried out, her whole body trembling. "Parker!"

He smirked against her neck, his breath ragged. "Good girl."

He could feel it—the way she was unraveling, the way her moans turned into desperate, breathless whimpers, her body tightening around him as she teetered on the edge.

"Cum for me," he murmured, biting down on her shoulder as his fingers worked her faster.

Tessa shattered, pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her whole body convulsed, her walls gripping him like a vice, pulling him over the edge with her. With one last thrust, Parker groaned, his body tensing as he spilled inside her, his hands gripping her hips so hard they'd leave bruises.

For a moment, they just stood there, tangled in heat and sweat and the aftershocks of pleasure.

Then, Parker leaned in, his lips ghosting over her ear.

"Round two?"