Page 66 of Pen Me

I knew he wanted to impatiently fuck my mouth. I could see it in his eyes. He kept one hand in my hair and the other rubbed my cheek while he stared down at me. His lips parted like he was being shown the most sacred secrets of life, his breath catching when I swallowed him and fought to take more. It was the curses, and the sound of my strained name on his lips that really did it for me.

I was so into it, when he tried to guide me off him, I resisted at first, my cheeks locking around him in protest.

“Goddamn it, girl,” he huffed, curling just a bit.

I slid my hand up the back of his thigh and stared up at him, my throat convulsing to the point tears stung my eyes as I made myself take all of him.

“You could make a motherfucker religious, you know that, right?”

I smiled around his cock and begrudgingly came off it with a little gag, “Is that your way of saying you want to worship me again?”

“Mhm,” he growled, before snatching me off the floor and pinning me against him. “Why are you still dressed?”

“Because you haven’t undressed me,” I quipped back.

He grabbed my chin and smashed a kiss to my mouth, hefting me up, he planted me on the bed and grabbed my shorts. They flew down my legs in a split second, all I could do was draw them up. He grabbed an ankle and threw them apart, gliding onto thebed and between my legs so fast I almost screamed. I caught myself before I could let out the big breath I’d swallowed and stared into his dark-blue eyes. His cock was teasing against my pussy. I’d never been more aware of such simple contact in all my life.

“I want that.”

“This?” He tapped that heavy cock against my clit and it felt like lightning.

I jerked my hips and clung to his neck. “You know what I meant.”

His brows flinched, like he didn’t.

“What you said earlier. I’ve seen women with that on their jackets at barbecues my dad would throw. The property patch thing.”

He smiled like I’d said the cutest shit and kissed me for a while.

“I can’t promise you a patch. Don’t even know if I got one anymore.” He murmured after a while, “But I accept your surrender, sweetheart.”

“My what?” I snorted.

He cupped my pussy, and I instantly hushed, “It is mine. You’re mine, and when they kick the door in, you’ll tell them you were my hostage. Am I clear?”

The smile fell from my face before he’d even finished his sentence. He rolled his palm over my pussy, and I frantically tried to get a grip on his shoulders.

“I’m your ol’ lady,”

“And you’re my hostage.” He swatted my pussy, and my lungs forgot how to work.

“Samantha,” The bass in his voice made me clench inside in all the right places, “When. That. Day. Comes–”

“Fine.” I spat, even if I hated him for it.

“You’ll take my niece down here and hide.”

“Fine,” I repeated.

He stared at me and I suddenly felt like I was being tested somehow. My heart raced and my stomach flipped. I knew it was something significant, but I wasn’t sure what he needed to hear.

“I was a fucking marine, Menace. I can take orders in critical situations and think straight under pressure. I’ll be fine.”

He smiled and his breath rushed out on an emotional shudder that left me studying his face for signs of what the fuck was going on inside him.

“I forget sometimes, you’re so beautiful. So special in all these different ways, I forget you’re no fucking damsel.”

“I’m not a damsel. I’m what you’ve needed your whole damn life, remember.” I smiled up at him.

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