Page 23 of Delayed Penalty

I stop, quickly turning to face him where he’s now perched up with his back against his headboard, his dirty blonde hair pushed to the side, his fifty-four pack of abs out in the open, leading to that delicious V just barely covered by the sheet.

Damn him

Looking up, I see he’s smirking.

“Like what you see?”

“That’s a pretty dumb question seeing as I just fucked you, wouldn’t you say?”

He smiles even wider and goddamnit if I was wearing panties they’d be soaked.

“Then why are you running?” he asks, the unspoken ask for me to stay is clear as day in the way his eyes watch me.

Why am I running?

“I’m not sure.”

Pulling the sheets back, he pats the bed, his cock hard and ready, the visual reminder of just how big he is, is enough to feel exactly where he was inside me less than fifteen minutes ago.

Yet you still want more you, dirty bitch.

Yes. Yes, the fuck I do.

“Get your ass back in bed,” he growls, his eyes lowering down my body and my skin sparks alive at the approval in his eyes. “I’m nowhere close to being finished with you, yet.”

Thank god. I’m not ready to be done either.

But I can’t tell him that. That would make me look desperate, like I want more than just sex, more than what we can give eachother with our bodies. That I can’t want… at least not from him, not when I know that if I trust him again, I’ll give him the power to destroy me.

This has to stay just physical

It has to be.

So, I do what I can to make sure it stays physical.

Unhooking the lingerie from behind me, I let it drop to the ground until I’m completely bare in front of him, nipples hard as he watches me intently. His eyes are on fire as he looks me up and down, drinking in every inch of my skin and I’ve never felt more cherished… more special, than I do in this moment.

Taking a few steps forward, I ignore the open spot next to him and instead move to the foot of the bed, crawling over the covers until I’m straddling him. Sitting on his strong thighs, I look down, his hard cock jutting up, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip. Leaning forward, I lick it, my tongue swirling along the tip of his cock as I make sure to lap up every bit of his cum.

“Fuuuck,” Harris groans, a guttural sound as I circle my lips around just the head of his cock, sucking gently until his hips are bucking, his hands gently pushing into my hair. I can tell he wants more… more than that, I can tell he needs more.

Unfortunately for him, he won’t get it untilhebegs this time.

Continuing on at a torturous pace, I slide my tongue down the shaft, one hand coming down to cup his balls, giving a tight tug which causes his hips to thrust up.

“No, sir,” I say, pulling back, leaving his cock bobbing between us, spit still connecting us. “Use your words if you want something. You don’t get to just take.”

He cocks his eyebrows, a little smirk playing on his lips and I immediately blush.

“At least, not right now,” I add, remembering all the times I loved how possessive Harris would get. It was like when he was fucking me he would just let go, taking me until he physicallycouldn’t anymore, and I loved how unhinged he became. It was like he became this feral version of himself that was desperate to have me.

That’s the version of Harris I want to let fuck me this time.

Taking him into my mouth again, I slide my lips down his length, slowly coming back up and doing it again. I watch him the entire time. His eyes are on me, his hands in my hair and I can see his breathing is changing, he’s getting more and more turned on which is exactly what I want.

Taking him in deeper, I feel him hit the back of my throat, my eyes watering at the contact as I feel myself almost gag. Pulling back, I do it again, this time taking him to the back of my throat and holding, letting my eyes water at the intrusion. With our eyes locked, I watch him.

“I need more,” he says, his hands fisting in my hair but not pushing on me. He knows I’ll pull back if he tries to take control. “Avery, please…”

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