Page 67 of Pen Me

He made a low, content sound and leaned down to kiss me, relaxing finally, he teased my clit, circling it lazily while his tongue traced my mouth.

“What's up with this?” he murmured, giving my clit a pinch.

I gasped, swallowed a growl, and moaned. “Are we really doing this again?”

He laughed and slid his fingers down to trail the entrance of my pussy and my breath hitched.

God, I wanted to feel him.

“No. I mean– This.” His brows pointedly lifted and dropped. “You had surgery not so long ago, right?”

“No.” My brain wasn’t thinking of surgery, it was thinking about being stuffed and I didn’t want to talk about anything that might deter that. “I mean yeah.”

I laughed and tried to clarify, “It’s fine. I’m good.”

He tucked his head back and looked skeptical, “No– yeah.”

His gaze searched my face, and he started to shift away.

“Don’t you dare.”

His eyes bugged, and he laughed. “Whoa. Alright then.” He nodded. “But I’m a rough ride, so– You’re on top until we see how you handle this.”

“Oh,” I swallowed, causing him to tuck his head back again while my cheeks grew warm, and I avoided his gaze.

He rolled with me, and I caught myself mid-shriek, clamping a hand over my own mouth.

“I– I can’t ride.” I shook my head in denial.

“What do you mean?” He laughed.

I opened my mouth and stared down. It was only moonlight illuminating the room, but even that made me self-conscious.

“I’ve never—”

His brows lifted like he wasn’t expecting that.

“I can’t do this and be looking at you and…”

“I got you.” He snatched my hips, hefted me up and turned me around so quickly I was left wobbling over him and scrambling to find purchase of his knees. Instead, he jerked me back against his chest, holding me beneath my breasts with one arm and angling himself beneath me.

I laughed awkwardly and my balance swayed, threatening to impale me if he let go, but he didn’t.

“You’re in charge, see if you can tolerate it,” he insisted.

I reached down, my hand framing his as I hesitantly lowered my body. I gasped, forgetting how much I missed that sensation, only to find his arm snaring hard at my ribs.

“You okay?”

I slapped at his forearm where it lay over my abdomen and he reluctantly let go, allowing me to slowly take all of him. There was no pain, only the most delicious snugness. It didn’t take any encouragement at all after that, I arched and rode for my own pleasure.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Dancing in the Dark

Menace

The sight of her riding me backwards was worth breaking out of jail over. Especially when she leaned forward, and it all spread open like some kind of million-dollar masterpiece. I groaned and despite my resolve to let her handle things, I started to thrust into her. While she grabbed my lower legs, I gripped her ass.

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