Page 19 of Screwed By My Roommate

“I’m gonna come.”

I slam into her faster and rub her clit and she explodes around me, shouting my name.

“Fuck, Penny. Your tight pussy is gonna make me come,” I growl, pounding into her.

Her green eyes connect with mine and I’m gone. I come hard and I lose myself in every part of her.

Her legs fall to the couch, and I hover over her, searching her face. “I love you, Penny,” I whisper.

I’ve never said those words before. Not to my parents. Not to another girl. Not to anyone. She’s the only one who has heard them, and I close my eyes against the emotions it evokes.

“I love you, Jace,” she says.

I snap my eyes open, and she smiles up at me. “Are you fucking serious?”

She laughs and leans up to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Yes, I fucking love you.”

I hold her tightly to me and keep my eyes closed because I feel my eyes stinging. “I never said that before,” I whisper, lifting my head to see her.

“Never?” she asks.

“Not even to my parents,” I say, nipping at her bottom lip.

Her hands move up to my shoulders and she lightly moves her fingers up and down my back. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”

“Me too, baby girl,” I whisper.

There’s a knock on the door and her eyes widen. I laugh, kissing her quickly as I pull up my sweats.

“Who’s here?” she asks, rushing to fix her dress.

“Relax, I ordered dinner.”

Once I pay for the pizza, I put it on the island. Penny comes out of her room, dressed in her sweats and I smile. She’s just as sexy in sweats as she is dressed for work.

We decide to eat on the couch and after I take a bite, she glances over at me. I lift my eyebrow and she sighs.

“Henry called me,” she says.

“Oh yeah?”

She fights a smile and I dip my brow. “He asked if you were taking good care of me,” she says, laughing.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “And what did you tell him?”

“I said you’ve been taking real good care of me.”

I finish off my pizza and turn to look at her. “I’m gonna tell him. As soon as he gets home. That isn’t on you.”

“I’ll be with you,” she says, sipping her wine.

“No, baby girl. Not for this. I’d rather you not hear what he’s gonna say,” I say, resting my hand on her knee.

She finishes her pizza and turns to face me, resting her elbow on the back of the couch with her head on her hand. “You think he’s gonna be really pissed?”

“Oh, I know he’s gonna be pissed. He’s gonna want to rip my heart out of my chest. I’m not sure you understand just how protective of you he is,” I explain.

She shakes her head, searching my eyes. “More reason I should be there. I want him to see this is what I want.”

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