The Penalty Box - Teagan Kade Page 0,44

signal the end of it, I withdraw my fingers and run them into my mouth, savor once more the sharp taste of her sex.

She looks back and watches me with glassy, bottle-green eyes, hands reaching to spread herself for me. Her face is red and wild. “Fuck me,” she says, simple as that.

I don’t need a second invitation. I pick her up around the waist and lift her onto her knees on the bed, put one foot up onto the mattress as I angle myself behind her. I take hold of my cock and place it against her cleft, driving deep.

She lets her stomach drop and moans. The sound she makes every time I plunge inside her is so sweet, so fucking perfect I almost come then and there, but I hold off and thrust forward again, amazed how wet she is for me, the flood of slick need that envelops my cock each time I slide into her.

She begs for more—to go deeper, harder.

I grip her ass with both hands, feel myself slowly lose control and fuck her sweet body with everything I have.

I can’t see them, but I feel her swollen breasts swinging together ahead of me, the honey-soft mounds of her ass filling my fingers, the whole thing heaven incarnate.

I close my eyes and concentrate, can still taste her in my mouth as I stroke deeper.

A low growl starts somewhere in my chest. My balls tighten. I slow down, pausing at the end of her before thrusting hard, each one met with a punctuated gasp from her lips.

Her hand moves between her legs. She fingers her clit in fast circles, willing herself towards a second orgasm.

“Keep…going,” she moans.

I let go of her ass, reaching forward for her hips and pulling her against me hard, each collision of our bodies defined by a wet slap that sounds across the room.

I hope to hell she was right about us being alone.

My head’s a blur. I can’t separate cock from consciousness. It’s one and the same.

I’m sweating, heaving against her with my full weight, the bed shifting across the floor with each vaulted thrust.

“Yes,” she groans, purring in delight, “give it to me.”

Her finger becomes a blur against her clit and suddenly she’s convulsing again.

It’s a miracle I’ve held off this long, but the sensation of another climax sweeping through her, the sudden waver in her voice… It’s too much.

I breach her with short, hard thrusts, her pussy clamping down on my cock. There, deep inside the silky pocket of her sex, I come like I’ve never come before. I shoot my load, my moans mingling with hers and each contraction of her pussy met with another rush of cum.

I fall over her back, my cock still jerking inside her, my fingers weaving into her hair and tightening inside it. I fist it in my hand and lift her head from the mattress, cheek hot and red from lying against it. She turns and I catch her mouth, covering it with my own.

Still panting heavily, I fall to the side and bring her with me, another jerk from my balls met with a phantom contraction from her pussy, the two working in tandem to draw out every ounce of pleasure.

We lie there in silence for several minutes recovering, Linnea tucked into my chest.

When she opens her legs again, it’s almost a shock, waking me from some strange slumber.

She reaches between herself, fingers testing the area where my length remains inside her. “You’re still hard,” she muses.

“Can you blame me?” I tell her.

With more poise than seems physically possible, Linnea pushes back, rolling me onto my back. She tucks and lifts, turns until she’s straddling me, my cock still inside her.

Hands on my chest, she slowly begins to grind down, smiling all the while. “You think you’ve got anything left for me?”

I’m not sure, to be honest, but the way she’s moving against me is suggesting that might be in question.

I go to reach for her, but she swats my hands away. “No, this is my treat.”

Her hips rock and roll against me. It’s a hot mess between us, sticky and wet. Most girls would be running for the bathroom, but Linnea couldn’t care less. If anything, it’s only making the whole thing hotter. I feel fresh desire coating my cock, the greater freedom it allows inside her.

Her breasts bounce high on her chest. She takes a hand from my chest to caress one of them, fondling it as she rides