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Mom’s face lit up.As usual, Penny knew the right thing to say.Just like she knew the right thing to say to Dad.Sometimes a quiet word delivered with a smile could be much more effective than the cruelest insults.

That was still on my mind on the ride home as Sofia pouted over the lack of birthday cake.“We’ll make one for Nana real soon,” Penny promised.When she put an arm around my daughter's shoulders, there was something so right about it.

My heart swelled as I watched Sofia melt against her and close her eyes.

Over the top of her head, holding Penny’s gaze, I whispered, “I want to see you after bedtime.”

I planned on thanking her for what she did back there.

All night long, in fact.

14

PENNY

The door to Sofia’s room had barely closed when Travis practically attacked, telling me he had been waiting for me to finish saying goodnight after he did.Nothing about the way he acted while helping me put her to bed had hinted at the animal raging inside.

“She’s still bummed—” I didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence when his mouth covered mine, wiping away every thought I had as his body forced mine against the wall.There was no room for thought when my endless, unquenchable thirst for him roared to life.

Something about what happened tonight made me want him more than ever.To be close to him, to hold him.Somewhere along the line, he had missed out on so much.I understood him better than I ever had.

His hands ran down my body and up again as he picked me up, holding me close to his chest as he carried me to his room.My heart was pounding out of control, excitement and anticipation sweeping me up the way Travis had swept me up in his arms.There was no question what was about to happen, no question of whether I wanted it.Some things were inevitable.I was beginning to think this was one of them.

He kicked the door shut once we reached his room, carrying me to the bed and sitting with me in his lap.I settled down against his rigid dick, wiggling my ass while he worked his hands under my dress.His mouth, hot and greedy, moved up and down my throat before his tongue dipped between my breasts and made my pussy clench.

I whimpered.His teeth caught the top of the dress and pulled it down until his tongue could sweep around my nipples, tightening them almost painfully.“Mm… just like that.”

“You are so fucking perfect,” he growled out against my heaving chest, every sweep of his tongue sending lightning bolts of sensation straight to my clit.My fingers ran through his hair, holding his head close as I ground against his erection.

I was dripping wet by the time his fingers worked under my thong, gliding through my slick folds, and I couldn’t help but ride his hand.What was happening to me?

I felt free.

Wild.

“Ride me,” he gritted out, lying back.I scrambled off his lap and slid the thong down to my ankles, watching as he undid his belt and fly.I pulled a foil wrapper from a box in his nightstand and opened it, unrolling it down his shaft, his eyes transfixed on my every movement.

I didn’t bother taking off my dress, straddling him and guiding him inside me.There was no time.He was so needy, and I knew that need.The kind that would never be fulfilled, though I would never stop trying.I couldn’t.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed out, adjusting to the size of him, the way he stretched me to my limit.I could take him deeper this way, set the perfect angle.When I leaned forward with my back arched, the head of his cock rubbed my G-spot while my clit ground against his pelvic bone.Stars exploded behind my eyelids.

“I could watch you do this all night,” he groaned out.His hands were all over me, caressing and groping, setting me on fire, making me move faster, taking him harder, following my body’s needs to the sound of his strangled grunts.He reached behind me, unzipping the dress, and I pulled it over my head, taking him faster while he cupped my breasts, burying his face in them when I leaned over him.

“You feel so good,” I whispered, racing to the finish.My body was trembling, and a sheen of sweat broke out over my skin.I had never felt this alive.This whole.

“Look at you.”His fingers sank into my hips, pulling me down, working me the way I worked him.“Riding my cock.Throwing your head around, tits in my face.So fucking hot.Fuck, so tight.”

I was getting tighter the closer I came to finishing.He felt bigger, wider, but that was my pussy clenching around him in the seconds before I gave myself over to complete bliss.

“That’s right,” he grunted out, still working me up and down his cock as I shivered and moaned.“Squeeze your pretty pussy for me.Make me come.”

He slammed me down against his base one last time, then threw his head back, grunting his way through his release.I was pretty sure a tornado had just run through the room from how dizzy and weak I was by the time I fell to the side, flopping on my back with a soft sigh.“That was intense.”

He didn’t react, really, only pulling back the duvet and waiting for me to crawl up the bed before draping it over me.I was still trembling, fluttering inside, almost a little embarrassed at how hard I came.

He didn’t seem embarrassed.He seemed pretty damn pleased with himself as he slid between the sheets and lifted his arm to make room for me against his chest.This was what I needed.His warmth, his solidness.“I’m sorry if I caused any trouble tonight,” I whispered.

He tensed a little, and I wished I hadn’t said it, no matter how heavy it had weighed on my chest.

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