Page 47 of Penance

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, still watching as he moves his pulsating cock up and down through my heat, his piercing tapping against my clit.

I watch as he starts to enter me, his cock still in hand, circling the base of it with his forefinger and thumb. He pushes into me, slowly,torturouslyslowly. The contrast of my pale skin, his dark and my blood red lace knickers is so fucking erotic. My breath stills in my lungs as he finally bottoms out, his thick, hard length disappearing inside of me. My eyes flutter, struggling to stay open as we groan together. I pant, my head dropping forward, resting against his shoulder, I keep my eyes locked on where our bodies connect. Watching as he starts to slide out of me, his length wet with my juices. He drops his head to my shoulder, mimicking my position. I can feel his eyes boring into the side of my face as he slides almost completely out of me, nothing but his pierced tip remaining inside. I uselessly clench around him, trying to force him to stay, but he just chuckles darkly in my ear.

“I’m in control here, baby girl.”

It’s not even a question.

I gasp as he suddenly slams into me, brutally forcing the air from my lungs. My hand flies up, gripping onto the nape of his neck. My nails dragging across the metal bar pierced there, I flick it for good measure earning me a shudder. Settling, I curl my bony fingers around the back of his neck, my thumb twisting in his tight, brown curls. Huxley draws out of me again, my pussy not having enough time to adjust to him before he’s mercilessly slamming back into me.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes against the side of my neck, his eyes still on me, my cheeks heat as I groan.

I watch his cock glide effortlessly in and out of me. Carnal desire floods through me as I work to keep my eyes focused. All I want to do is look at him, let those big, dark eyes eat me alive. But instead, I follow orders. Watching as his movements get faster, his hips slamming into my pelvis. My cramped thighs screaming as I writhe on his dick. Wetness sliding down me, dripping onto the counter. His grip increases on my neck, his thumb violently caressing my pulse point.

“Look how fucking wet you are, Darlin’. Look at me erasinghistouch, you belong to me, you know. All of you is for me, to do whatever I want with,” he tells me breathlessly.

His hips working overtime as he forces his huge length into me, over and over. My cunt clenching around him, trying to force him to stay deep inside me.

“Yes,” I groan, my eyes still locked on his dark, glistening cock hammering away at me.

“Tell me,” he bites out, his teeth scraping down my throat. “Fucking tell me, Kyla-Rose,” he orders, his voice raspy with desire.

“Yes!” I cry out. “I’m yours,” I breathe.

My eyes threatening to close as he lets me drop back slightly in his hold. Angling me in such a way I see stars.

“To do whatever you want with,” I pant, the words clawing their way out.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his grip on my shirt making the cotton seams crack with the pressure.

My walls clamp around him. Wet slapping filling the room as I claw at his neck, my nails carving into his sweat slicked skin. His teeth bite down on my jaw, he sucks his way along, nipping at my chin. Releasing my throat, he grips my face, turning me to face him. My gaze still locked on where he thrusts into me.

“Look at me, baby girl. Eyes on me now,” he orders breathlessly, his hips never faltering as he increases his pace.

The second my eyes lock on his, my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. My eyes never straying, he pounds into me harder and harder. The tip of his cock smashing into my cervix, his pulsing length ruthlessly rubbing against my front wall. My legs shake as he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. I cry out as he groans into my mouth, my tongue massaging his. My swollen lips assaulting him as I work my teeth down his throat. His pace picks up even further and I’m lost to the sensation. Wave after wave of heat crashes through me as he squeezes me close, my chest plastered against his. His hold on my back crushing, he finally let’s go. Shooting his cum into me, coating my insides, he slows his pace. His hot breath fanning across my sweaty neck, he finally slows to a stop.

Still keeping me close, he releases my face, dropping his hand to my ankles. One by one, he draws my legs out from between us, letting them gently hang over the edge of the counter. Pins and needles race like wildfire through my muscles, I stretch my feet out, wiggling my toes. Huxley still sitting snug inside my wet heat, I wrap my legs around his waist. The heels of my feet digging into his arse cheeks, drawing him closer. He places a soft kiss against his initial carved just below my exposed collarbone, my t-shirt having slipped off one side.

“I love you,” I whisper against the side of his throat, his pulse hammering against my puffy lips.

“I love you,” he murmurs back, his dark eyes flicking between my own, he captures my lips with his.

Passion burns through me as I think about what we just did. Erasing our last kitchen experience, just a few days earlier, replacing it with this. I feel lighter. Huxley kisses the breath from my lungs, breathing his own life force back into me. Filling me up with warmth before he draws back.

Delicately pulling out of me, tucking his cum soaked cock back inside his boxers, he catches me watching. Smirking, he hooks his finger through the crotch of my French knickers, about to tug the lace material back into place, when he drops his gaze, pausing his action.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, my cum between your legs, my love bites on your neck,” he pauses.

Running his other hand up my thigh, shoving up my baggy t-shirt down to reveal my collarbone further.

“My mark carved into your chest,” he flicks his coal eyes up to mine, his calloused thumb running over the fresh scab. “I just want to be a part of you, always have a piece of me on you,” he murmurs.

His gaze running back down to where his finger is still hooked into my knickers. Gliding his other hand lower, he runs his two forefingers over my sensitive flesh. Dancing his digits through our joint mess where it leaks out of me. I watch with rapt attention as he scoops up our release and suddenly shoves it back inside me. My back arches as I groan loudly. His fingers twisting inside my pulsing core, forcing his cum back inside me. My walls sucking on his fingers as he lazily pumps them in and out of me.

“That’s it, Darlin’, come for me again,” he says, his tone light, teasing.

He curls his fingers inside of me, his thumb rolling firmly over my swollen clit. I slam my good hand down onto the counter beside me, my sweat slicked palm slipping backwards. I knock something onto the floor as I try to keep my balance. Huxley’s long fingers fucking our combined release back into me, every time some escapes, he slides his fingers through it and slams it back in. I jolt as his rhythm picks up, one hand still holding onto my knickers, his thumb vigorously attacking my clit. I let myself drop back onto the counter, my back arching as he hits a deeper spot. My legs trembling, I thrash my head side to side.

“Huxley!” I almost scream as he coaxes another punishing orgasm from me.

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