Page 42 of The Love Penalty
She groans, cupping the back of my head as I suck her nipples through the lace.
My hands weave around her back, unclasping her bra with practiced efficiency. Standing tall, I glide the straps off her shoulders. She bites her lip for a second before whipping the bra off and laying it on my piano stool. I want to stand there and take a mental picture of these world-class assets, but she launches herself at me before I can.
Our chests mold together, and that skin-on-skin action is fucking fantastic. I want her so badly, my love stick is standing to attention, poking into her while her nipples brush against my naked chest.
Holy fuck, she’s awesome!
I shuffle us a little closer to the bed, bending down to pick her up and wrap those sexy legs around me. She kisses my shoulder, nibbling a path up my neck and sucking my earlobe as I climb onto the bed and lay her back down.
Her boobs jiggle and I capture her right nipple between my lips, sucking her like she’s my favorite popsicle. Which she is. Fuck, she tastes good.
A soft breath pops out of her, followed by an appreciative moan, and then she’s scrambling to pull down my shorts.
I help her out, letting my cock out of his cage. He’s one happy guy right now, eagerly seeking out a dip in the love pool.
Her fingers wrap around me and I groan, sucking a little harder on her nipple while she breathily asks me, “Got a condom?”
“Yeah, yeah.” I reach into the top drawer of my nightstand while she shimmies out of her jeans and underwear.
By the time I’m suited up, she’s naked on my bed and I’m kneeling between her legs. I would usually draw this out a little, play with her pussy until she’s a wet mess, but she seems keen to get on with it, snatching my arms and pulling me down on top of her.
“You want this?” I quickly check, although I probably don’t need to bother because she’s grabbing my dick and lining us up already.
I kiss her cheek, then pepper little kisses to her ear as she parts her folds and nudges my head into her entrance.
She’s already kind of wet, and I can’t help a soft grunt of pleasure as I push into her.
She closes her eyes, biting her lip and tipping her head back as I go a little deeper, then pull back and sink into her again.
Fuuuuucccckkkkk. This feels so damn good.
I bury my cock in her warm oasis while she digs her fingers into my hair, clasping a handful and fisting my locks. I find us a rhythm, her slick heat making it easy as I trail my hand down her body and hook my fingers under her ass.
This almost feels too good to be true. To get to this point. The last two times we kissed, she pulled away and took off. I don’t know what changed for her this week, but I’m now buried balls deep inside her, and I feel like the luckiest guy on the fucking planet!
“So good,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re so fucking good.”
Licking her lobe, I kiss a trail back to her mouth and am about to slide my tongue between her lips when she breathes out a soft command.
“Stop.”
I don’t compute at first and complete another thrust before I hear it loud and clear.
“Stop. Please. Stop.”
Jerking up, I look down at her face. “What?”
“I need you to stop.” Her voice pitches, her face buckling like she’s about to lose it. But then she whimpers and covers her eyes with trembling fingers. “Please. Just… get out.”
I immediately do as she asks, my pulsing dick whining at me, then going into the five stages of grief as I try to figure out what’s wrong.
“Are you okay?” I softly ask, brushing my fingers down her thigh.
She flinches away from me, curling into the fetal position.
“Did I hurt you?”
Her hair rustles on the pillow as she shakes her head.