Page 128 of The Penalty

“Yes, please. Do that.”

“That’s my dirty boy.” Rhys smirks and nips at my bottom lip. “We need lube. Hang on.”

With my free hand, I grab his arm to stop him from moving.

Rhys cocks his eyebrow at me. “Teddy Bear?”

My face heats as the next words fall from my mouth. “I might have maybe prepped?” I roll my lips between my teeth and wait for his reaction.

Rhys has gone very still, except his cock, which twitches against me. “You prepped?”

I nod my head quickly.

He sits back on his knees and drags his eyes down my body. With his eyes on mine, he lifts my knee and slides his hand between my cheeks to my hole. He groans when he finds it slick, and my cheeks heat again.

“Fuck that’s hot.” He pushes two fingers in. I moan and spread my other leg to give him better access. The infuriating man teases me open too slowly. Taking his damn time and driving me to desperation until I’m panting and begging him to fuck me.

Rhys shifts closer, pressing his tip against my now loose hole. “You want to be bred, baby? Nothing between us?”

A shiver zings up my spine and I almost yell, “Yes!”

He sinks into me with one thrust with a guttural groan and leans over me. “Such a hungry hole.” That raspy tone makes me tingle.

“Only for you.”

“You’re mine.”

Rhys rolls his ass, grinding deeper into me before pulling out and sinking back in. Long, deep, toe-curling thrusts. Over and over like he’s savoring me. I fucking love it. The way he’s using my body to make himself feel good. The way we’re connected with no barrier between us.

It feels so fucking good, but I want more, need more.

“Please,” I whimper, arching into him and gripping his hips. “Faster.”

The look that crosses his face is almost enough to make me come. His blue eyes blow into dark pupils and he’s fucking into me. Deep, fast strokes that break my brain and make my body tremble.

Wrapping my hand around my dick, I jack off, fast and furious.

It’s not long before my muscles tighten and I’m coming with a hoarse cry and a tidal wave of pleasure. Rhys groans above me. His fingers dig into my skin and his smooth pace slips. His cock thickens and twitches then I’m filled with a warmth I haven’t felt before.

Fuck. I drop my arm over my face and pant.

“No more condoms. Never again.”

Rhys leans his forehead against my chest and his chuckle is husky. “They come in handy sometimes. Like when you don’t have time for cleanup.” He kisses my pec, and I hear his contented sigh. “But filling you with my cum was so much better.”

We lay there for a minute, just existing in this moment. It’s so clear to me that I love him. That post nut clarity is clarifying.

It’s not like.

It’s not lust.

It’s love.

It has to be.

Nothing else makes sense.

But now what do I do with that?

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