Page 59 of The Anaconda Downstairs

“Tell me what you want, Penny.” I ran my knuckles down her chin and then cupped it, rubbing my thumb over her pink lips. “Tell me how I can make you feel like my sweet sex goddess again.”

She sucked in a breath, but this one was more excitement than trepidation. The sassy inner confidence I knew she had was winning out. “Have you ever... no wait, I don't want to know the answer to that.”

“I probably have. I'm open to just about any kink, babe, especially if it's one of yours.”

“Oh, ha, it's not even kinky, I don't think.” She bit her lip, but there was a fire in her eyes, and I couldn't wait to hear what she wanted to do. “I've always wondered what it would be like to be bent over a table, or whatever, and fucked from behind.”

Holy hell. That's my girl. I spun her around and shoved a hand into her hair, and then did exactly what she'd asked for, bending her forward over the back of my couch. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “You want this, Penny, because it shows you exactly how little I can contain myself around you.”

I slid a hand between her thighs and stroked my fingers over her pussy lips, teasing her. “You should know it takes all my will power not to do this to you every time I see you.”

She squirmed and let out the softest, most enticing whimper.

“Make no mistake, I am feral for you.” I drew some of the moisture pooling in her pussy and spread it across my cock. “Every bit of you drives me insane wanting you.”

In the neediest whisper, she said, “Show me. Show me what makes you crazy.”

I nipped at her earlobe and let out a low growl. With one long thrust, I buried myself inside of her. “I'm feral for this cunt, Penelope.”

But this wasn't just about sex. I wanted her heart and her soul for my own too. I gently pulled out and made us both groan with fast, hard thrusts. “I'm crazy about your thick thighs.”

Her ass jiggled, and the couch moved each time I drove back into her. “I go nuts even thinking about your plump tits.”

We were both breathing hard already, and I could feel her pussy fluttering, squeezing me. But I wasn't done yet. “I want to lick and bite and suck on every freckle, every stretch mark, every fucking inch of your body.”

Penelope's soft little moans turned into keening, broken only by her gasps. She was close and so was I. “Every day I don't wake up with you in my arms, in my bed, my heart is ripped out of my chest, until I can be with you again.”

The words were right on the tip of my tongue. Those three little words wanted out, but I held them in. I was going to tell Pen that I loved her. But not like this, not when she might think it was only about the sex. Showing her I loved her body and showing her I loved her heart and soul were two different things.

“If you don't come for me, right the fuck now, Penny, I might actually lose my fucking mind.” To give her that last little bit to drive her over the edge, I smacked her ass. Hard.

“Oh,” she cried out, but that surprise did its job and her exclamations turned into a long, low moan as she came. I could feel her pussy squeezing me over and over. It was so much more than I could handle, because none of what I said was an exaggeration. I was absolutely wild about her.

I lost my rhythm altogether and came so hard, I literally saw stars and was maybe a breath or two from blacking out. I leaned over Pen, sucking in breaths, trying to get my equilibrium back so I could make sure she was okay too.

She started giggling. “I can't believe you smacked my ass like that.”

Shit. I definitely hadn't planned that, and it wasn't something we'd talked about before. I should have checked with her to make sure it was something she wanted.

Before I could apologize, she laughed again. “How did you know that was on my sexy times bucket list too?”

“I didn't. But I'll remember it for next time.”

Later, we lay tangled together on the couch, and Penelope's fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest. She asked softly, “Want to tell me what you were upset about when you got home?”

I sighed, pulling her closer. “Hayes is... not doing great. And I just... I didn't know what to say to him. I'm the guy who always has advice for everyone, and I couldn't find a single useful thing to say to my own brother today.”

Penelope propped herself up on an elbow, her eyes twinkling with gentle mischief. “Well, if you were better at advice, I might have found a date to the Grampys. Then where would we be?”

I let out a laugh, some of the tension easing from my chest. “Maybe I was deliberately giving you bad advice so you'd fall for me instead.”

She rolled her eyes and grinned at me, and I knew there was a sassy, snappy comeback headed my way, but Penelope's phone buzzed and buzzed and buzzed. Someone was trying hard to get her attention. She reached for it, her brow furrowing as she read the message.

“It's from Neith,” she said, sitting up. “She says there's something brewing on FlipFlop with another influencer.”

I sat up too, immediately on alert. “What kind of brewing are we talking about?”

Penelope clicked on the link, and it took her to somebody's account profile page. “Apparently, some guy is starting an exposé series on his socials. This pic says he's targeting what he calls 'fake' body positivity influencers.”

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