Page 20 of Delayed Penalty

Her hands move from my shoulders into my hair, tilting my face toward hers where she slams her lips to mine, a bruising kiss she immediately takes control of, her nails digging into me as she moves me exactly where she wants me, tiny whimpers falling from her lips as she tongue fucks my mouth.

I let her have this moment. There’ll be plenty of time for me to be in control later, but for now I want to let her explore, let her taste me, move me, whatever the hell she wants to do with me because it really doesn’t fucking matter to me.

As long as she’s touching me, kissing me, fucking me, I don’t really give a shit. I’m pretty sure she could do a handstand and kick me in the face, and I’d still say thank you, I’ll take another. Her teeth nip at my lips as her body lowers down further, her hips grinding along my hard cock and fuck, it’s nearly impossible not to come in my pants from just that sensation.

With one hand still lost in her hair needing the connection, my other hand starts moving in search of more skin as I slide my palm beneath her crop top, up the length of her back until I’mmet with the lace of her bra and my fingers get stuck in the silky strings of whatever bra she’s wearing.

Only… this doesn’t feel like a bra, this feels like more.

Pulling away, I lean back in my seat, my hands moving to rest on her hips as she pants above me, her eyes blown with lust as she stays fixated on my mouth. Without thinking, I yank down the front of her crop top, earning me a surprised yelp as I expose the bra beneath, her rosy, pink nipples peeking beneath the lace just begging for my teeth.

Fucking lingerie—it’s official. Cause of death: Avery Walston being too fucking sexy.

“What do we have here, Ave?”

She looks shy, her cheeks pink from embarrassment and it’s fucking cute. Reaching forward I tweak her nipples, pinching and twisting as I watch her, giving her time.

“I wanted to feel hot,” she says quietly.

“For the bar?” I question, just wanting to understand because goddamn I feel so lucky that I’m the one that’s going to get to unwrap these perfect tits covered in lace like it’s my fucking Christmas present.

“Not exactly.”

What does she mean not exactly? For me?

Then it clicks.

Fucking Peter.

“You wore this for him?” I growl, my fingers tightening as I pinch her nipple harder, eliciting a breathy moan that I lap up with my tongue. Tracing the seam of her lips as she silently nods, I look down at the sight of her, this black lacey lingerie covering her perfect tits with tiny little bows that give her a fake sense of innocence that I want to tear to shreds just to get beneath.

“Fuck,” I groan, leaning forward and take her nipple in my mouth. I suck and bite, not holding back as her hands grip my hair and pull me in closer, urging me on like she wants more.

“What are you going to do about it?” she asks, the confidence returning to her voice as I see the little devil in her coming out, begging for more. She’s here to play, just like I was hoping she would be.

“Well, you see, Avery, I think I’m just going to have to fuck you hard enough that every time you wear this you only think of me.”

Her eyebrows raise, a tiny smirk playing on her lips.

“Who said anything about fucking tonight? I said I wanted you to touch me… never did I specify that I would be letting anyfuckinghappen tonight.”

Her tiny smirk is now a full-blown grin, but I catch her off guard when I swing the car door open and with one hand gripping her ass, step out of my car, her legs now wrapping around my waist.

“What are you doing?” she whimpers as I spin us until her ass is pressed against my car, her hard nipples pressed against her lingerie. Thrusting my hips forward, I press my hard length against her core.

“I think we both know that once my hands touched your body, once you felt my cock press into you, we were fucking tonight. But if you’re so insistent onnot, I’ll spend all night reminding you what else you loved about my body until you’re begging for me to give you my cock.”

She whimpers as I pop the button on her jeans, my fingers sliding into the front of her pants, right past the lace of her thong until I find her soaking wet, my fingers sliding between her lips, coating myself in her as her eyes flutter, her head falling back. I tease her, sliding my fingers back and forth before moving back to her clit. Pressing down with just enough pressure, her eyes meet mine as I move my fingers in slow, steady circles until she’s a whimpering mess against me, so close to plummeting over that edge to bliss. “I remember what it used to sound like when you’dbeg me to fuck you. Your sweet, innocent voice so needy and desperate as you’d beg for my cock.”

Her hands grip my arms as I start to press harder until she’s nearly falling apart, her orgasm teetering on the edge as she starts moaning louder. Then, as quickly as it began, it’s over as I stop all movement, her eyes shooting open, wild with need as her orgasm slips just out of reach.

Lifting her back up, I toss her over my shoulder and press the elevator button just a few steps away from my car

“What the hell are you doing?Put me down.”

I’m sure if anyone were to walk by we would look ridiculous, me carrying her like a hockey bag just tossed over my shoulder, her tiny little fists punching my ass trying to get down. Good luck.

“No.”

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