She doesn’t need foreplay or preparing, my girl wants to feel and feel she will.
When I push into her, we both groan. She’s tight and hot around me, nails dragging down my back. I move in a steady rhythm, set to the echo of the bass outside.
“I’m going to give you exactly what you want,” I tell her, voice low, almost a growl. “I’m gonna cum in you over and over until you can't walk. Fill you up so much you’ll feel me every time you sit down.”
She shudders. “Oh God.”
“You’ll take it too,” I go on. “You’ll take everything I give you with that pretty mouth saying yes, more, please. You’ll let me breed you if I tell you I want it.”
Her voice breaks on a moan. “Silas.”
“Color?” I ask.
“Green,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Her body arches into mine. I keep my pace, keep my dirty promises in her ear, keep my hands on her hips and her throat and everywhere that makes her come undone. I hold herthrough the climb, through the moment she tenses tight around me, through the way she shatters with my name on her mouth.
She drags me over the edge with her. I drop my forehead to hers and let it hit, a hot rush that blurs my vision and makes my breath stutter.
For a moment it’s just heartbeats and the feel of her under me, warm and sated and safe.
When the fog clears, I ease out and drop back onto the couch. She sprawls across my chest, hair damp with sweat, cheek pressed over my heart. We stay like that for a while. My hand draws lazy circles on her back. Her breathing syncs with mine. The noise outside fades into the background that my brain stops processing.
Eventually, reality taps on my shoulder.
“We should go,” I say. “We can’t leave Gideon and Talon alone with their thoughts all night.”
She groans but slowly climbs off my lap, legs wobbling just enough to make my blood stir again. I reach for her nightgown, ready to help her slip into it when I notice the mess on her inner thighs—the evidence of exactly what we just did.
Habit kicks in. I rise, reach for the small towel folded on the little cabinet.
Penelope catches my wrist.
“Don’t,” she whispers.
I pause. “Angel, let me clean you up.”
She shakes her head. “No. I want to feel you on me while we walk out of here. “
My breath leaves me in a low, guttural sound I don’t recognize. Her fingers trail down, brushing the inside of her thigh.
“You like that, don’t you?” she murmurs. “Knowing I’m full of you.”
“Angel…” My control is slipping more and more the longer she leaves my cum between her legs.
She steps closer, chest against mine, lips grazing my jaw. “I want them to look at me and know I came from you tonight.”
Heat punches straight through me. My hands grip her hips because if I don’t hold onto something, I might actually fall.
“You’re going to kill me,” I whisper.
She smiles. “You started it.”
For a moment I can only breathe her in, her scent mixed with sweat, sex, and the faint sweetness of the club’s perfume in the air.
I reach for her again, not to clean her, but to drag my fingertips through the slick on her thigh, watching her shiver.
“You’re sure?” I ask.
