Page 21 of Delayed Penalty

“At least let me fix my shirt, my tits are practically free right now!”

“Fuck no.”

“Why not?” she whines.

“That’s hot as fuck. Plus, I’m reminding you what it felt like when you gave your body to me… reminding you why it’s worth it to beg a little every once in a while,” I tell her with a slap to the ass, the energy between us is playful, but I can tell by how still she just went that she’s thinking about before.

That makes two of us.

The ride up the elevator is the longest ten seconds of my life and by the time I’ve opened my apartment and walked to my room, I’m nearly salivating at the need to taste her. Throwing her onto my bed, Avery giggles as she bounces back, her hair pooling around her as she props herself back, her shirt bunched beneath her lingerie, her nipples hard and fuck she’s exquisite.

Grabbing her leg, I tug her until her ass is just on the edge of the bed, gripping her jeans, I slowly peel them down her legsand toss them on the floor. Dropping to my knees, I kneel before her, where it’s clearly evident that these panties she’s wearing are missing a very important piece of fabric.

The crotch.

Her eyes are on me, I can feel it as she watches me lean in, my tongue running along the inside of her thigh from her knee all the way to her core. Not able to wait a second longer, I run my tongue through her slit, her legs quivering around me as she moans at the contact.

Fuck. Yes.

“You’re so fucking soaked,” I groan, the taste of her on my tongue is just fucking perfect. “You taste so fucking good. Just think, you got all dressed up forhim, yet it’s my face you’re soaking,” I rasp, before diving back in, my tongue lapping at her cunt as my hands push her knees down to the bed, holding her still.

“Fuck, you make this feel so good,” she whimpers, her legs trembling in my grip, her hips trying to lift higher to get more friction, but I keep her from moving. “I need more.”

Hooking my fingers in the edge of her panties, I slide them off slowly, the intensity in her gaze nearly makes me snap and fuck her right this second. Tossing the flimsy fabric to the ground, I look back over at her, her dark hair is in tangles, her cheeks tinged pink and her clothes in disarray, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me than she does in this moment.

She’s a mess, but she’s my beautiful mess. A sexy disheveled mess who’s damn near freshly fucked.

“Sit up,” I demand, and she listens immediately.

“Good girl. Arms up, Ave,” I say, and she does, allowing me to slide off her crop top, leaving her in just the bra with a mischievous smirk.

I can’t wait to fuck that smirk right off her face, but not tonight.

“As much as I love seeing you in this lace, I want to see you in nothing but my marks and my cum. Now, tell me what you want.”

Her eyes widen as she bites her bottom lip, her gaze slowly drifting down my body until landing on my hard cock.

“If you keep looking at me like that I’m not going to be able to maintain control,” I say, slipping a finger inside her tight cunt, my lips finding her clit and sucking hard as I finger fuck her slowly, moving in and out at a torturous pace. It doesn’t take long until she’s a writhing mess beneath me, her orgasm so close I can almost taste it, but she still hasn’t answered me.

“If you want me to let you come, you’re gonna have to use your words. Now, what do you want?”

She stares down at me, her cheeks pink, her nipples hard and it’s obvious what she wants…but goddamnit, I’m going to make her beg even if it means I come in my pants before she’s even touched me.

“I need you to fuck me. I need your cock buried inside of me and I need you to do thisnow,” she whines, and fuck, I want to, but that doesn’t sound enough like begging.

Sliding my finger slowly in and out, I keep my motions going just enough that she’s on the edge of her orgasm, but not enough that she falls over that crest—I need to be inside of her the first time she comes tonight.

“I didn’t hear the magic word, Avery. How can it be proper begging if you don’t even say please?”

I can tell she wants to tell me to go fuck myself. That she wants to push my hand out of the way and finish herself off, but she’s no dummy. She may be a bit of a brat, but she understands that when she’s in this position with me, she doesn’t get to call the shots.

“Harris,” she says calmly, her tone is cut with an edge though. “Can you pretty please get your ass up here and fuckme? I’m going to lose it if I don’t have your cock inside of me in the next ten seconds.”

That’s all it takes. Standing up, I grab my shirt, slip it over my head and throw it down with the rest of the clothes. Popping the button of my pants, I slide them off, stepping out of them along with my briefs. Grabbing a condom out of my bedside drawer, I slide it on, rolling it up my hard length. Her eyes watch me as I lift her up and place her at the head of the bed, crawling over her body as I do so our bodies fitting together perfectly. My mouth crashes into hers in a frantic bruising kiss as I attack her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers as we taste and explore each other until we’re panting.

With one hand I grip my dick, stroking myself a couple of times as I stare down at her, her eyes glazed over as she watches me eagerly. Slowly lining myself up with her entrance, I push forward just a bit, just enough to notch myself inside. Her eyes widen, her nails digging in as the grip on my shoulders becomes almost painful.

“I promise I’ll go slow, but I’m going to need you to relax and let me in,” I whisper, my mouth just an inch away from her ear as I bury myself in her neck and her pussy strangles the head of my cock but fuck, it’s overwhelming.

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