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“Guess I don’t have amean dickafter all?” I ask, smirking. “You can keep saying it out loud. I don’t mind.”
She grunt-laughs, then lifts up so that only the tip is inside, and slams back down with a thud.
“Oh,” I cry. When my eyes flutter open, she’s smirking at me, blush dusting the apples of her cheeks. “Truce?”
I thrust my hips upward, just testing the waters. Her mouth pops open, forming a perfectO.
“Truce,truce, just keep doingthat.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.
She grunts a laugh, this broken little sound like a moan that I want to wrap my fists around and hold onto.
“I thought I wasbossall of a sudden?” she chuckles, gripping my pecs as I start a slow, shallow thrusting rhythm.
“You’ve always been the boss. Now keep moving those hips and I’ll make you see stars again.”
She laughs, but complies.
“Who said anything about stars—oh. God!”
“That’s what I thought.”
I picked up my pace to get that sound out of her, and the swivel of her hips has me notched right up against her G-spot. She keeps swiveling, keeps muttering a symphony of broken curses and delicious little noises. She’s going to come, and I have a front row seat.
“Gonna…Ant?—”
“Anthony,” I grunt. “Come on, P, say my name when you come.”
She whines, the swivel of her hips and the upward slap of mine crescendoing to the point of her echoing my name off her bedroom walls.
“God, fuck, Anthony.”
Oh, she’s lucky I have some semblance of control. It takes everything in me not to come. Because the clenching of Penelope Barker on my cock has me seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Fuck, she’s so snug, so wet, so warm, sotight. And the fluttering of her walls against me has me drowning and coming up for air.
The swivel of her hips slows, and I can feel her grip slipping, so I sit up with her still on my lap. She grips my shoulders, her forehead falling against mine. I kiss her there. Kiss each cheek. Both eyelids, until she opens them.
“You did so good, P.”
She tilts her mouth and purses her lips, and I linger my kiss there. By the time my tongue starts teasing inside her mouth, she realizes it.
“You’re still hard. You didn’t come yet? I want you to come inside me.”
She whines and pouts her bottom lip against mine, andfuck, does her wanting me to come make me high.
I huff a laugh against her lips.
“Sure am. I can’t help it around you.”
It’s as close to a confession as I’m going to get.
I flip us, reversing our positions so she’s beneath me on the bed. An inferno flames out amongst the pillows, lighting her up like the siren song that she is.
“You can take another, can’t you?” I ask, notching myself at her entrance. She gasps, but nods furiously. “That’s my girl.”
I slide home. And when I say home, I mean seated fully inside her, yes, but even more than that, it’s drowning in the blue of her eyes, the ones that bat up at me with a glimmer of trust, a glimmer of hope, that maybe this isn’t going to be the end. That maybe, we can enter this next chapter together.
Itcan’tbe the end. Having an end with Penelope Barker would ruin me. It nearly gutted me the first time.