Page 69 of Delayed Penalty

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Quinny,” he whispers, reaching forward to trace the cup of my simple black bra. “So fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

My breath stutters in my chest. He says it so simply. So directly.

I can’t wait either.

“But first, I want to taste you.” He grabs my hips, jerking me to him. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”

He pulls the cup of my bra down, closing his mouth around my already hard nipple, flicking his tongue in a delicious rhythm that shouldn’t be getting me so close to the edge but is.

Or maybe it’s just Hayes. I don’t know.

Like he knows I’m thinking of him, he peeks his silver eyes up at me and grins, my nipple caught between his teeth. I wish I had a camera right now so I could take a picture of this and keep it forever. He lets me free with an audiblepop,then moves on to my other nipple, spending as much time kissing it as he did the other. It feels so, so good, yet it’s not nearly enough.

“Hayes.” I groan, dragging my nails over his head. “I want…”

“What?” He trails his lips from my breast up to my throat, sucking on a sensitive spot just at the base. “What do you want?”

“More. I want more. I wantyou.”

“Then take me.” He repeats my words back to me. “Take me.”

I drop my hands between us, straight to the button on his jeans, and finally—finally—Hayes doesn’t stop me. I drag the zipper down, and he arches up, helping me shove them down his legs, taking his boxer briefs right along with them. I get my first glimpse at naked Hayes.

He’s magnificent. And huge.Toohuge.

He chuckles deeply. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll fit.”

I wrap my hand around him, loving how heavy he feels, and then curl my wrist up. He tosses his head back with a loud groan.

“Fuuuuuck.” He drags the word out. “I’m so not going to last.”

I jerk him again, and he makes another strangled sound. I continue playing with him, all the while his breaths getting more and more choked like he’s literally struggling to breathe. Suddenly, his hand comes out of nowhere, wrapping around my wrist and stifling my movements.

“Enough,” he barks.

“But I?—”

My words are cut off as he slams his mouth against mine in a rough yet brief kiss. He presses his forehead against mine, his eyes darkening by the second, a crazed look in his eyes I haven’t seen before.

“If you want to get me off, then ride my cock, honey.”

I’m not stupid enough to ignore his request. I use his shoulders to push myself up, holding my underwear to the side and sliding over him.

He was wrong, I think as I sink lower.

“I can’t.” I shake my head when he’s not even halfway in. “You’re too big.”

“Breathe.” Hayes pulls me toward him, pressing his forehead against mine. “Just breathe.”

I exhale, taking another half inch.

“That’s my girl. Just like that,” he praises, and warmth spreads through me at his words. “You’re doing so good. Taking me so well.”

He rubs my back, easing into me with such gentleness, and before I know it, he’s right—he will fit. And he feels good. Almost too good. Almost like?—

“Oh god.” Panic claws up my throat. “Condom. We didn’t…”

“I’m good,” he says. “I just got tested at my last physical.”

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