Page 77 of Penalty Kiss
“Very nice” her voice has turned sultry, her eyes roving over me with a hunger that makes my cock twitch.
“What else?” I ask, my voice rough with need.
“This,” she says, leaning down to press a kiss to my chest, right over my heart. Her lips are soft, warm, and the contact sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
She trails kisses down my chest, her tongue darting out to taste my skin. Every touch, every lick, sends another wave of desire crashing through me. I grip the couch cushions tighter, forcing myself to stay still, to let her claim me inch by inch.
Her mouth moves lower, kissing every inch of my chest, my stomach, as if it were sacred ground. When she reaches the waistband of my boxers, she pauses, looking up at me with a question in her eyes.
“Yes,” I rasp, my throat dry. “Please.”
She smiles, a slow, sexy curve of her lips that makes my cock throb in anticipation. Then, she tugs the fabric down, freeing my aching erection.
“Beautiful,” she whispers, her eyes locked onto me. She leans in, her breath warm against my skin as she presses a kiss to the head of my cock.
The sound that rips out of me is half-groan, half-swear.
Her tongue swirls, her lips seal tight, and when she looks up at me while sliding deeper, I almost lose it. No fog. No lapses. Just this—her mouth on me, pulling me apart. I clutch the couch cushions because if I grip her hair too tight, I’ll ruin her rhythm.
The sensation is exquisite—wet, warm, and so damn perfect. She works me with her mouth and tongue, her head bobbing in a rhythm that has me seeing stars.
I grip the cushions tighter to keep from thrusting up into her mouth. I can feel the pleasure building, my body tensing as she takes me deeper, her throat working to swallow me whole.
“Tara,” I groan, my hands finding her hair, gripping lightly. “If you keep that up, I won’t last.”
She pulls back, her lips leaving my cock with a soft pop. “Then maybe you should help me undress,” she says, her voice husky with desire.
I nod, my hands trembling slightly as I reach for the hem of her shirt. I lift it over her head, revealing her gorgeous curves to my gaze. Her bra quickly follows and the sight of her full breasts, her hardened nipples, makes my mouth water.
I groan, reaching to touch, but she swats my hands down, playful and commanding. “Later. My rules.”
“Now the rest,” she says, standing up briefly to slip out of her jeans and panties.
When she straddles me again, she’s completely bare, her body perfect and on display for me.
I grip the cushions hard, holding back, watching as she lowers herself onto me. Inch by inch, her wet heat envelops me, and the sensation nearly tears me apart. My head falls back, a raw groan dragging out of my chest.
She doesn’t wait for me to set the pace—she takes it, rolling her hips in slow, steady circles that grind me deeper into her.
My fingers twitch, wanting to grab her waist, to take over, but I don’t. I let her. I watch her. She moves like she knows exactly how to undo me—face flushed, hair tumbling around her shoulders. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her head falling back as she rides me with abandon.
“Cam,” she gasps, bracing her hands on my shoulders as she rides me harder, faster.
“Tara! You feel so good,” I groan, my eyes locked onto her. “So tight, so perfect.”
She leans down, her mouth finding mine in a passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle, our breaths mingling as she continues to ride me, her hips moving in a way that drives me wild.
I reach up, cupping her breasts in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her nipples in a way that makes her gasp.
She offers more of her breasts to me and then leans down to kiss me, her rhythm never faltering. I taste her moan, swallow it, feel her body clench tighter around me.
“Cam!” she mews, her voice breathless with pleasure. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I admit, my body tensing as the pleasure builds. “Come with me, baby. Let go together.”
She nods, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. My hand slips between us, finding her clit and rubbing it with steady pressure. She jerks, hips stuttering, her body convulses around me, her inner muscles clenching as she cries out my name, her orgasm ripping through her.
The sight of her, the feel of her, the sound of her pleasure—it’s all too much. I thrust up into her one last time, my own release tearing through me as I groan her name, filling her with everything I have.
