“You know what I thought about when they trimmed my beard?”
“What?” I stuttered as Neal’s hands landed on my thighs and slowly eased their way up under the towel.
“That I couldn't wait until I had this pretty pussy all over it.”
I moaned, my fingers on the towel falling slack as Neal’s hands continued upwards, his nails rough against my soft skin. “You can’t say things like that…”
“Oh, I can, and I will. You might be the boss outside of this house, Penelope, but when you’re here, in my hands, under my mouth, I’m in charge.” He slipped his hand between my thighs, grazing my slit with one thick finger. “Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Good, now spread those thighs, darling. I’ve been waiting all day to taste you.”
Chapter Seven
Neal
I couldn’t hear past the rushing in my ears. This woman—this beautiful, kind, stunning woman—was like putty under my hands. The noises in the back of her throat were about to send me into another dimension, just thinking of what I wanted to do to her.
I wanted to worship her.
To take away all her worries.
To consume her whole, driving every worry and fear from her mind until all she felt was me and my cock.
I dragged a finger across the prettiest pink pussy I’d ever seen. She was hot and slick against my fingertips, and I bit back another groan as she moved against me.
“Shh,” I whispered to her, my voice just as tortured as I felt. “I’ll give you what you need.” Cupping her with my palm, I ground the heel of my hand against her heat.
Penny gasped, her hips following my motion as I ran my finger between her lips, spreading her with teasing little pets.
“Neal…”
I responded by sinking my fingers deep, the delicate folds of her body fluttering around me as I groaned, leaning over her and pressing my teeth against her thigh in a bite meant only to soften the need to pump harder. I wanted to feel her around my cock more than I wanted my next breath, but I needed to feel her come now. Right now. The need to taste her was riding me hard. To feel what no other man would ever again.
Because fuck staying away. Fuck playing it safe.
I released her flesh and slowly dragged my fingers back out of her. Meeting her wide eyes as she still loosely held the towel, I offered a soft smile. “Such a good girl, aren't you?” I pumped into her again. “Are you going to come for me, darling? Tease me with what my cock is missing out on?”
Penny’s head fell back, her still-damp hair sticking to her shoulders as the towel slipped free.
“Please, I need you.”
My mouth went bone dry as she writhed against me, her hips rising and falling with the pumps of my fingers inside her. I couldn’t stop myself from looking up, seeing the heavy rise and fall of her chest, the perfection of her breasts as they heaved. Her belly was smooth and soft close to her belly button. I could see the faint, nearly invisible scars now.
The realization was a lightning bolt to my balls. I ran my fingertips across her belly, tracing the zig-zagging lines. This was from carrying her baby. My palm flattened when I felt her muscles tense.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you.” Was she embarrassed? Somewhere in my lust-ridden mind, I was horrified at this perfect specimen ever being worried about her body.
“About your scars?”
She pushed an elbow up, eyeing me warily and licking her lips before speaking again. “They’re ugly—”
I leaned in, replacing my hand with my mouth, dusting kisses across her belly. “You are stunning, Penny. For a man like me, who craved this, who wanted kids with every fiber of my being, seeing what you did to bring your daughter into the world is beautiful.”
I drew back, my thumb circling her clit. “I would’ve killed to be him, you know. To be the man who filled this pussy, who got you pregnant and got to watch you grow big and round with my baby.”
I couldn’t bear to look at her after my confession. My eyes were back on where my fingers slipped in and out of her, at the soft pink flesh dripping under my attention.
