Page 61 of Penalty Zone

He whimpers in my mouth, and I know he’s asking for more without words. I consume his sounds, taking them as mine to store in my memory forever.

“I plan on treasuring you. We have all night together, and I won’t waste a single minute.” I cup his jaw, nipping at his lips.

Caleb’s moan vibrates against my chest, and I push the pad of my middle finger against the center of his rim. I stroke as his body lets me in.

“Please,” he begs. “I need you so bad.”

“I’m right here. You have me.” The words sound true and I mean them, but I can’t dwell on what that means for us in the future.

My finger sinks into him, up to my second knuckle, and he burrows his head in the crook of my neck.

“Are you okay?” I ask, stilling my hand.

“No. More.” My shoulder muffles his voice.

I chuckle and slide my finger in and out of him, going a little deeper each time. “It’s important we both enjoy this, but I’m worried I’ll hurt you because I hurried your prep.”

“So annoying.” He huffs as he laughs.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow.” I add the tip of my second finger to stretch him.

“I’ll thank you for the rest of my life,” he says earnestly. “I want your cum to fill me.”

My heart leaps, and I swear everything goes dark for a second. “Baby Doll, we can’t do that.”

“Why not?” He leans back to look me in the eye. “You know I’ve never done this before, and I’m regularly tested by the Enforcers—all negative results. I trust you. If you tell me you’re negative, I’ll believe you.”

My heart races, and I can’t think of a reasonable argument. “I’ve never done that before.”

His grin takes over his entire face and lights the room brighter than the Caribbean sun. “Then we’ll both have a first.”

This time, I’m sure my soul exits my body. The beast in me wants to claim Caleb as mine and mark him with my cum. Ruin him for any other man who has the…

A vicious howl erupts from my depths as I think of another person touching Caleb. No one fucks him but me.

He bites his lip. “It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“I want,” I grunt, the beast taking over, and I’m unable to form full sentences. My second finger spears him and he cries out, smashing his mouth to mine so the sound dies in my throat.

I’m being rough, but don’t hold back because he can take it. When his hips thrust back on my fingers, I slow my pace to add more lube and a third finger. He tenses, and I run my fingertips over his chest and kiss his jaw and neck. Unclenching, he lets me in, and I graze his prostate.

Caleb’s back arches, and he lets out a string of unintelligible noises. We find a rhythm for our cocks to rub against each other and for him to seat my fingers deep in his ass. My dick aches and leaks all over him.

“I’m going to come soon.”

“You don’t come until I tell you. Got it?” I bark and he nods. “You’re going to be my Good Boy and do exactly what I say, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His sweet, needy voice almost makes me blow.

“Knees up.” I guide a leg up to his chest, and he clutches the other, exposing his pretty hole stuffed with my fingers. “You did so good, my greedy boy. You want your Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes. Please.” Caleb releases his leg to plant his foot on the mattress and impales himself on my fingers.

I lean over him and lick his tip. “Mmm, so good.” Caleb has such a fast recovery time, I can drink his cum, then make him come on my cock soon after. I’ll never get enough of this man.

He grips the sheets and jerks, unable to decide between the pleasure of my mouth or my fingers.

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