Page 33 of Crashing the Altar
Not like she gave me much choice. I was wholly at her mercy, and happily so.
I couldn’t look away from the erotic display between her thighs. Her pink pussy parted around the head of my cock as she swiped it through her folds over and over until her arousal dripped down my shaft and onto my balls. The heat radiating from her core threatened my self-control to the point where I knew I would be a goner the minute our bodies merged.
“You ready, baby?” Penny notched my dick at her waiting entrance.
My reply came out hoarse. “Been waiting for this my whole life.”
Her lust-clouded eyes landed on my face. “Me too.” Those words had barely left her lips before she sank down and blistering heat engulfed my cock.
A curse sounded—pretty sure it came from me, but I couldn’t be sure with the blood roaring in my ears—and my toes curled as white-hot pleasure burst through my nerve endings.
With my eyes sealed shut, my lungs heaved as I tried my damnedest to keep from exploding into her tight pussy. Like its owner, it had me gripped in a chokehold, stealing my breath away.
“Eyes on me.” Penny’s voice sounded as if it was at the far end of a tunnel.
Panting, I breathed out, “Can’t.”
Her inner walls clenched around my cock, squeezing it tighter and causing a strangled cry to get caught in the back of my throat.
“I don’t remember giving you an option.”
Fuck, it was sexy as hell that she owned her power over me.
“Open.”
Even though the command was firm, it was uttered breathlessly. This was affecting her too. And that was all the motivation I needed to force my eyes open. I wanted to see her reaction to having our bodies joined for the first time.
I thought I was ready. But nothing could have prepared me for the stunning sight of my wife seated atop me, my dick buried deep inside her pulsing pussy. The dim light of the room cast shadows over her perfect curves, caressing her in ways my fingers yearned to mimic. There was a rosy glow to her skin, the heat of our connection having risen to the surface, and beads of sweat dotted the creamy expanse of it.
Though it was those green eyes that held me most captive, and I found myself unable to tear my gaze away.
“God, you’re such a good boy, Tripp,” Penny praised as she shifted back and forth over my lap, sending brilliant bolts of ecstasy streaking through my bloodstream. “I love how big you are.” Her head tipped back on a moan, sending my hat tumbling to the mattress. “Can you feel how I’m stretched around you?”
Jaw locked tight against the waves of pleasure threatening to drag me under, I forced out through gritted teeth, “Yeah, I fucking feel it.”
She did the squeezing thing again, and I grunted, teetering on the edge of release.
“Cut the attitude,” she snapped sharply.
Being inside her was heaven and hell at the same time. There weren’t words to describe the pure bliss of her silken walls wrapped around me, but the urge to move, to create friction, grew overwhelming. It was a double-edged sword; remaining motionless was pure torture, but if I gave in to my body’s demands, this would be over too soon—within seconds, I feared.
“Deep breaths,” Penny coached. “You’re fine.”
That was the problem. I was too fine. I was fucking fantastic, ready to blow. Couldn’t she see that?
Nostrils flaring, I tensed every muscle I possessed to hold onto the reins of my restraint because they were slipping fast.
“I’m gonna take what I want from you, understand?” That siren lifted until only the head of my cock remained inside her before she slammed back down. “And you’re going to let me, isn’t that right?”
Beyond words, I could only groan in response as she rose above me, only to sink down again. Every roll of her hips had fire licking up my spine.
“My greedy pussy needs your cum, Tripp, so I’m going to ride you until you have no other choice but to fill me up.”
My eyes widened.
Where the hell did she learn how to talk like that?
“I’m gonna hold it inside me for days.” Her hands came up to play with her breasts. “A piece of my heart breaking when the last drop leaks out. But you won’t let that happen, will you, baby? You’ll keep pumping me full, so I never have to suffer through the feeling of emptiness.”
