Page 57 of Penalty Kiss
"That's it, Tara," I encourage, voice rough with exertion and desire. “You’re so tight, baby. So perfect around me. Look at you, taking all of me like you were made for it.”
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and her inner walls clench around me in response. I can feel her wetness coating my shaft, can see it on my cock as I pull out slightly before driving deeper, making her cry out.
I shift my angle slightly, driving deeper, and she whimpers.
"You feel incredible," I growl, feeling her tightening, seeing her hips lift to meet my thrusts, eager for more. Her clit is swollen, peeking out from its hood, begging for attention.
Then I turn her around and walk her towards the bed, her body impaled and spread open by me. Her breasts bounce with each step, her breath coming in short gasps. My hands grip her ass, supporting her, feeling the firm flesh yielding to my touch.
I lift her onto the bed, positioning her so she can see herself in both mirrors—the one above, showing her flushed body writhing beneath me, and the one across from us, showing the lewd stretch of her pussy lips around my cock.
"Keep your eyes open," I command, settling between her thighs. "I want you to see everything. See how your body takes me, see the wetness on my cock, on your thighs."
I pull myself out of her heat, my cock shiny with her arousal, and kiss my way down to her inner thighs, tasting her, teasingher. Her hips lift, seeking my mouth, her breath coming in desperate pants.
When I finally put my mouth on her, she cries out, her hands flying to my hair, holding me in place as she grinds against my tongue.
In the mirrors, I can see her face—the way her mouth falls open, the flush spreading down her chest, the arch of her back as she presses up against my tongue.
Her eyes are on her reflection, watching as I work her with my mouth and fingers until she's shaking, until she's right on the edge.
"Look at yourself, Tara," I tell her, lifting my head just enough to speak. "See how perfect you are like this. See your nipples, hard and begging for my mouth. See your pussy, wet and ready for my cock." She opens her eyes, meets her own gaze in the ceiling mirror, and moans louder at what she sees. Her hips lift, seeking more friction, her body trembling with need.
I work her with my mouth and fingers until she's shaking, until she's right on the edge, then I pull back.
"Cam, no—please," she begs, her eyes wild, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.
"Not yet," I say. "I want to be inside you when you come.”
I settle over her, bracing myself on my forearms, and slowly push inside. She's wet and tight and perfect, and watching her face in the mirror as I fill her is better than any victory I've ever experienced on the ice. Her mouth opens in a silent gasp, her eyes flutter closed, and her inner walls grip me like a vice.
"So good," I groan, setting a slow, deep rhythm. My teeth tugging on her nipple, making her hips lift up to meet my thrusts.
I watch her eyes flick between the mirrors, watching us from different angles. The sight of our bodies moving together, the sound of her soft moans, the feeling of her wrapped around me—it's almost too much.
"Harder," she whispers, flashing me with her blue eyes, her nails digging into my shoulders, leaving marks that make mycock twitch. "Please, Cam, this is so hot—I can see everything, feel everything—"
I give her what she needs, driving into her with increasing intensity, both of us lost in the visual feast surrounding us. Every thrust, every kiss, every desperate touch reflected back at us from multiple angles. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her head thrown back in abandon.
"That’s it. Take all of me. You were made for this—made for me." I growl, feeling her begin to tighten again. Her body is slick with sweat, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Let go, sweetheart. Let me feel you come." I tell her, my voice hoarse with need.
When she finally breaks, it's with my name on her lips and her eyes locked on our reflection.
Her body convulses, her inner walls clamping down on my cock, her back arching, her breasts thrusting upwards.
The sight of her—uninhibited, wild, mine—pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into oblivion, emptying myself deep inside her with a guttural groan, claiming her in every way I can.
For long moments, we stay locked together. Our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, carefully, I pull out and gather her close, feeling her heartbeat against my chest.
"Still with me, Rookie?" I murmur, brushing damp hair from her flushed face. Her skin is hot, and she’s still trembling with aftershocks.
She nods, looking dazed and thoroughly debauched. "That was..."
"Memorable?" I suggest, a smile tugging at my lips. Her body is marked by me, her hips and thighs bearing the signs of my grip, her shoulders the imprints of my teeth.
A breathless laugh escapes her. "Definitely that."
