Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
She blinks, and I think she’s realizing that’s what she was wearing the first time we met. In truth, it’d been Dominic’s team logo, and she’d been supporting her brother. But in my twisted head, it was always for me.
I deliberately slow my movements as I reach for my jeans, giving her every chance to stop me while praying she doesn’t. Instead, she goes for her own waist, making quick work of her zipper and lifting her hips to shove her jeans over her hips and down, taking her panties with them. While she kicks her legs, trying clumsily to get her shoes and clothes off, I rush to do the same.
As soon as we’re both naked, I’m back on her, melding my mouth to hers and letting my fingers explore the new territory of her thighs, her hips, and then down toward her pussy. All the while, her fingernails scratch a path toward my cock, claiming every inch. The gentlest brush of the backs of my fingers over her clit sends a shudder through her, and her thighs spread even farther apart to give me better access. “I have dreamed of what you taste like.”
“Really?” she whispers on a breath, still sounding like she thinks this might be a dream of her own. Later, she’ll realize it’s not. That it’s real, and that the fallout is going to be a nightmare. If I were an honorable, good, worthwhile man, I’d have the strength to remind her. But I’m too far gone to sacrifice this chance. I need it so bad. I need her so bad.
I rumble into the sensitive shell of her ear, “Really,” before slowly dropping to my knees. I grab her hips roughly, yanking her to the edge of the counter, and push her legs wide, spreading her bare for my hungry gaze. Penny leans back, her hands propping her up and her head resting on the upper cabinet like it’s the softest pillow. Taking the shortest moment possible to appreciate the beauty before me and inhale her intoxicating scent, I’m finally able to fulfill one of my most recurrent fantasies by tasting Penelope Lee. She’s as heavenly as I dreamed, sweet and musky . . . and mine.
Dipping my tongue into her, I savor her, and then moan as I take her clit into my mouth, sucking it as I play with finding out what she likes . . . what she loves . . . and what drives her fucking wild. That’s what I want—full-throttle, no-holds-barred Penny. Later, when she regrets this, I want her to at least know that, for one moment, it was worth it. That I was worth it.
I devour her, I possess her, I claim her, even leaving my mark on her thigh right next to the crease where her leg meets her pussy. Is it an asshole move? Yes. But I never claimed not to be, and the primal need to leave proof of my presence here, at her most private of places, is riding me hard.
Getting close to the edge—of her orgasm, because her hips are hanging well over the edge of the counter at this point—she begins to buck, searching for what she needs to fall. Wanting to give her more, I tease my fingertips over her entrance, feeling her slickness. One finger slides in easily, so I give her another, fucking her with them.
I can feel her pussy clenching down on my fingers, her walls quivering, and I need her orgasm like I need oxygen. Not only seeing and hearing Penny come but also being the person who makes her shatter is a gift I will fully appreciate the significance of. I work her mercilessly, roughly demanding her body take everything I have to give it—my mouth on her clit, my fingers inside her pussy, and my other hand reaching up to pinch her nipple.
She inhales sharply through clenched teeth, her whole body going stock-still for the longest second of my life, and then spasms rack through her. Her cries are music to my ears, the juices that flow from her pure honey, and I become an instant addict to her pleasure. When the shudders slow, I pull my fingers out and suck them clean as I stand.
My cock is standing hard and ready, desperate to be inside Penny, but now that the edge is taken off for her, I fully expect her to say never mind and leave me fucking myself and spitting out her name as I spill over my hand the way I have countless times before. But she reaches for me instantly, her nails digging into my biceps, and she jerks me in for a kiss. Penny’s taste on my tongue and her mouth on mine is a level of intoxication I never fathomed could exist, but here I am.