She nods rapidly, going for my dick again—impatient little thing.
I move out of her reach. “Beg me.”
She doesn’t hesitate even for a second. “Please.”
I stare at her, liking the sound of her begging a whole fucking lot. Her hand runs over my face, skating along my jaw.
She looks at me with the most innocent expression, then says, “Please, Penn. Please fuck me.”
“Goddammit,” I growl, grabbing a condom from my drawer. I use my teeth to tear it open and roll it on at record speed. I grab a pillow and tap her thigh. “Lift.” When she does, I slide it under her, putting her right where I need her. “Ready?”
“God, yes,” she huffs, and I grin.
I prop myself up, towering over her so I can kiss her lips, neck, and chest, every inch I can reach. I guide my cock to her center, but don’t push in just yet. We stare at each other, our chests heaving in sync. Before I can move again, she shifts her hips and the tip of my dick slips inside. It takes all my restraint to stay there for a moment as her bodys shakes in anticipation under mine, but I wanna soak up the feel of her. She feels like silk and something I never want to let go of.Mine.
“Penn,” she pants, her tone needy.
I love how much she wants this—wants me, but I don’t want to make her wait another second. I sink the rest of my cock in slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. I don’t even blink. I want to watch as she takes me in, watch her face as her pussy stretches around me, welcoming me, and fuck if it doesn’t welcome me. Wrapping me in her soft, heat, clenching tightly as soon as I’m buried inside. As if it doesn’t want me to leave.
Her mouth falls open, and I moan at the feel of her.
“I fucking knew it.”
She lifts her head, eyes wide. “W-what?”
“Knew you’d take me so well.” I groan, thrusting my hips carefully so she can adjust to me. “You were fucking. Made.For. Me.” I come out and plunge back in, driving my words home. She moans, head falling to the pillow as I continue to pump in and out of her, my balls already firing off warning signals. I’m not going to last.
I clench my teeth and every goddamn muscle in my body. But I’m going too slow for my girl. She spreads her legs wide, urging me on, so I give her what she wants.
“Need you to come for me again.” I grip her thighs, and her nails dig into my forearm as she holds on to me. I thrust deep, angling my hips up to rub against that good spot, and she cries out.
“Oh God.”
“That’s it. Let me have it,” I demand, pinching her nipples, then kiss them better. I move to her clit, rubbing circles, and her legs stiffen. Her eyes fall shut, but I shove in hard, and they pop back open. “Look at me while you’re coming on my cock.”
She claws at my shoulders, her body convulsing even harder than a few minutes ago. Her eyes gloss over, and she cries out my name.
Fuck, I love the sound of my name on her lips while she’s coming for me.
I damn near explode just watching how beautiful she is when she’s falling apart underneath me. Messy hair, face twisted in pleasure, skin flushed red.
My balls tighten.Not yet. Not yet.
Her pussy flutters around me, squeezing me so damn good my vision starts to blur.
Oh fuck. I roll my hips again and again, dropping my head to the crook of her neck as my own orgasm crashes through me.I shudder, filling the condom, wishing it were filling her insides instead.
When I’m good and spent, I fall beside her, breathing heavily and rubbing my hand up and down her thigh. I’m not done touching her yet.
Once I catch my breath, I slip into the bathroom to discard the condom. I grab my clothes from the floor and get dressed before climbing back in bed. Olivia’s still naked, but she tries to cover herself with the blanket.
I yank it back. “Don’t hide from me.”
She gives me a shy smile. I brush away a lock of hair that’s stuck to her face, studying her for any signs of regret, but I see none.
“You are the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen.” Her brows furrow like she doesn’t understand, so I lean in and kiss her. Hoping to show her how much she means to me as my tongue gently strokes hers, tender and slow. My hands skate softly over the silhouette of her face, skimming down her arms before my lips follow the same path. “Good night, Barbie.”
I stare at her until she passes out, branding this moment in my head. I won’t have to try hard. There’s no way I’ll be able to forget this version of her lying next to me: face glowing bright, my marks on her neck, her arms wrapped around my waist, her body sated as she sleeps soundly.
