Page 17 of The Penalty

“You. Inside me.”

“Like this?”

A thick finger joins his mouth, circling my slit, slipping in a fraction of an inch, pulling away before I can clench down on it.

“Yes. Please,” I moan.

“Look at me when you ask.” It’s a command, not a request.

“What?”

“Look at me. I want to see those gorgeous eyes on me while you’re begging for it.”

Why does the demand make my pussy clench even harder? Why am I getting wetter at the commanding tone of his voice? I shouldn’t be. I don’t let guys boss me around, but instead of making me feel like an object, he’s making me feel worshiped. Like a goddess. I can’t help but obey him, dragging my unwilling head up a little, dragging my eyelids open to meet his gaze through a haze of lust.

“Please touch me, fuck me with your tongue, your finger... your cock.”

A slow smile stretches his lips that are wet with my juice, and he goes back to work, dipping his head down to devour me as his finger slams home. There’s no resistance. I’m so wet, so open, so ready for his invasion it only takes a few plunges before the need crests. My body flies over the edge, bucking off the bed, and a shock of sensation grips me as his tongue slows to a steady rhythm. A series of mini shocks ripple through my system. I clench down on him again and again in a never-ending orgasm.

When I’m finally spent, he pulls away from me, sliding his hands under my ass to scoop me up and drag me farther up the bed until my head hits a soft pile of pillows.

“Holy shit.” I think that’s what I say, but my brain is so scrambled it could have been anything.

His large body slides next to mine, his hardness pressed into my hip as he curls around me. I slip my hand down, rubbing his length until he’s the one arching into me.

I grip his cock through the soft cotton of his boxer briefs, and it jumps in my hand. Now he’s the one begging. The shift in power drags me out of my stupor and I lean over him to study his body while I stroke him.

“Too many clothes.” My hands slip under the tight waistband, tugging at it. Every inch reveals something new. There’s a black lightning bolt etched into his right hip, and a lily on his right one. He shivers under my touch as I trace the ink, curious about the meaning. Or lack of meaning. Some people get tattoos for the fun of it. But he’s got such an interesting array. Something about them seems purposeful. Like there’s a reason behind each one, but that’s not what this is about. This weekend is just for fun, so I leave it alone.

His dick springs up as a last tug brings his shorts down. I take a moment to admire the smooth skin marked with thick veins that are going to feel fantastic rubbing me from the inside. I lean down, needing a taste, licking him from base to tip in a slow swipe.

He squirms, and his eyes fly open, hand falling to the back of my head. He doesn’t put any pressure on it, just rests it there to keep me close.

I kiss and lick my way up the side until I get to the sensitive head, closing my mouth over him, sucking the salty drop of precum off the tip.

“Fuck. I need you.”

Triumph swells through me at how easy it was for me to bring him to the point of begging. At least for a moment. He growls, flipping me over in a quick move that has him hovering over me.

He ducks down to devour my mouth, crushing my tits to his chest, and he’s right there. A small thrust of his hips and I’ll get to feel him inside me. Finally.

Cold air ripples my overheated skin as he pulls back, sitting up and rubbing a hand over his head.

He’s sitting back on his heels in a position that would put most people at a disadvantage. Show off their flaws. But he has none. His body is unreal in its perfection.

“What’s wrong?”

Chapter 6

Every Rule

Dev

Fuck. How could Ibe so stupid? But then I glance down at her. Beautiful body splayed out before me. Every curve and dip waiting to be explored. Gorgeous skin and plump curves. That’s how. The glaze is lifting from her stunning blue eyes and she’s looking a little confused and hurt.

“Condom. I don’t have a condom.” I wasn’t exactly planning on this hookup when I packed my bag, but I never forget to wrap it up. How incredibly careless of me. I could have... I don’t even want to think about it.

Her eyes widen for a moment in an expression of shock that probably mirrors the one on my face. Then one side of her mouth curves up in a smirk. “It’s all good.”

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