Page 76 of Penance

Sliding a hand down my spine, stopping on my arse, he grabs a handful, dragging me even closer. My front plastered to his in a heated kiss and I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Breathlessly I pull back, stumbling from suddenly having to support my own weight; Kacey releases me, dropping his hands down by his sides.

“I want you,” I tell him confidently as his gold eyes attack my body with a hungry gaze. “Come here,” I instruct.

My hand held out between us, he laces his thick fingers through mine. I tug him sharply, his body pressing up against me. Spinning us around, I shove him, slamming his back against the door. I grind into him, rolling my body, undulating my hips against him.

“Sweetheart,” he growls in warning.

I stare up into his eyes, the gold glistening with only the artificial glow from the mirror. I flick his trouser button open, dragging the zipper down slowly. Never taking my eyes from his, a small smirk curving my lips as I hear his breathing hitch. I love that I have this effect on him. Sliding my hand over his hip, fingers diving beneath the material of his boxers, my palm running over his heated skin. I slide his boxers and trousers down in one, dropping to my knees with them. My eyes still firmly on his, he stares down his muscled body at me, his chest heaving with every desperate breath.

The look on his face, in his eyes, the way he watches my every move, every breath, every sigh, every swallow and blink of my eyes. He tracks it all with a gaze that devours my fucking soul. Tracing my hand up his thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake, I grip the base of his already hard cock. Darting my tongue out, I lave my tongue over his slit, lapping at the bead of pre-cum. My teeth tug the piercing through his tip, making him groan, his rock-solid body shivering as I suckle on his head. Drawing back, I smile up at him. Gently pumping him with my hand before opening my mouth and letting the heavy head of his cock lie on the flat of my outstretched tongue.

I take his swollen head in, locking my lips around his thick length and I can’t help but groan in sync with him. Fuck, I love doing this to him. My red lipstick stains his skin as I take him deeper, drawing him in and swallowing around him. I run my tongue along the underside of his pulsing flesh, lazily dragging my lips back and forth as my tongue dances erotically around him. His head thumps as he drops it back heavily against the door, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head. His thick fingers massaging my scalp, knotting in the back of my hair as his grip tightens and he starts to coax me to take more of him.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I pick up my pace. Working my mouth and hand in tandem, twisting my fist around his wide base. I run my tongue around his tip, swallowing down the next drop of pre-cum I’m rewarded with for my efforts.

His cock twitches on my tongue. His large hand gripping the base of my skull, his hips rocking into me, he starts to fuck my mouth. I move my hand, gripping the back of this bare thigh, my nails digging into his firm flesh, pulling him closer to me, I swallow around his tip as I take him as deep as I can.

I want to make him feel good. I don’t want Kacey,ever, thinking he means less to me than someone else. I fell in love with him, my first true love as an adult and I honestly don’t think he’ll ever realise just how special that makes him to me.

Kacey grunts, his fingers locked in my hair pull my head back sharply. Forcing me to release him with a loud pop, a mixture of spit and pre-cum dribbles down my chin. Before I can even blink, Kacey heaves me up under my arms. My heeled feet hovering above the floor, he flips me around, bending me over the marble sink. Then his big hands are there, tearing my white, lace knickers down my legs, bunching at my ankles. Thrusting my tight dress up and over the curve of my arse, the sequins scraping over my flushed skin, exposing me to him.

“I fucking love you in white,” he rasps in my ear making me tremble.

One of his large hands presses the side of my face down onto the cold, marble countertop. Holding me down, he lines himself up with my soaking wet entrance, brutally slamming his way home.

I cry out at the invasion as my pussy tries desperately to accommodate his large size. But before I can even attempt to catch my breath, he’s fucking me, and I can feel himeverywhere.My skin ablaze, heat soaring through my veins with every brutalising stroke of hiscock, scorching me, claiming me, fucking owning me.

“I know you do,” I pant. “I wore this all for you, Big Man,” I tell him truthfully, earning me a strangled grunt from deep within his chest.

A harsh slap with the flat of his hand to my bare arse, all things I think are his approval. The sting of his hand and the heat of his cock, the pain and pleasure has me crying out for more.

Hard, unrelenting thrusts have his thick cock dragging deliciously through me as he pulls out and slams back into the hilt. His large hand still splayed over my cheek, pressing my face into the countertop. I willingly let him have complete control over me, dominating me in every way he can.

I lick the pad of his pinkie finger that rests against my lips, biting down on it,hard. Sucking the wound, swallowing his blood, my tongue caresses him, laving the sting away. I continue sucking and licking the tip of his finger, taking even more from him, I need everything he has to give me andmore. Always more.

“So.Fucking. Perfect.”

He growls out, pronouncing each word on a thrust that slams my body into complete oblivion. My fingers curl around the edge of the counter. All I can do at this point is hold on. Kacey drapes his huge body over mine, tossing my hair over one shoulder, he bites and sucks a painful, lust-filled trail up my spine to the nape of my neck. Leaving a possessive line of bruising in his wake. He reaches his thick arm around us. The pad of his thick finger instantly finding and rubbing my clit in dangerously fast circles as his thrusts get harder and harder. My hips slam into the solid marble surface, ensuring he leaves me with nothing less than bruised bones.

That pure bite of pain mixed with pleasure sends me free-falling over the edge. I cry out his name as I come on his cock. Wave after wave of heat laps at my scorching skin as he continues to demand more and more from me, forcing more pleasure through me. With another punishing thrust and my name barely a whisper on his swollen lips, he detonates inside of me. His cock pulsing, filling me with lashings of his hot cum.

Resting more of his weight on me, his breath fanning across my flushed face, he moves his hand from my cheek, kissing my temple as he stands. He pulls himself out of me, stepping back to give me enough room to attempt to stand on my jelly legs.

“You’re something else,” he beams. “Fuck, I’m lucky,” he pants out between breaths, running his thick fingers through his tousled hair.

“You’re quite something yourself, Big Man.”

I smile back at him, the reflection in the mirror over the sink. He tucks himself away, re-buttoning his trousers before cleaning me up with a wet washcloth,ever the gentleman. Kacey insists on re-dressing me. Kneeling on one knee, his hands finding my lace knickers wrapped around my ankles. He threads them seductively slowly up my legs, smoothing my dress next. Standing, he runs his big hands through my hair until his fingers get knotted in the ends. He holds his hands out with my silver strands still entangled around his thick fingers.

“I wastryingto be helpful,” he grimaces at the tangles, and I laugh.

“It’s fine, there’s ‘after-sex kits’,under the sink for this very occasion,” I laugh as he gapes at me in disbelief.

Proving my point, I bend down, pulling open the cupboard beneath the sink. Removing a little woven, wicker basket filled with plastic wrapped combs, mini-hairbrushes, condoms, sachets of lube, mouthwash, and make-up wipes, among other essentials. I present him with the basket with a big grin on my face and he laughs loudly, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I think I love your uncle,” he booms on a laugh.