The Penalty Box - Teagan Kade Page 0,57

between her legs and slides it into herself, tipping her head back to let out a broken moan.

“I want to come,” she tells me, finger darting in and out of her pussy. “I want to come and I want you to sit there and watch, powerless.”

I twitch. “You sure about that?”

She concentrates on her clit with two pressed fingers, guiding them into herself, rocking her hips against her hand.

It’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen, my cock a solid, molten bar between my legs.

She seems to be reveling in the show. Desire comes off her in waves, almost visible to the eye. She’s channeling something profound and primal. It’s a side of her I haven’t seen until now, but I sure as hell like it.

She talks dirty while she plays with herself, the movements becoming long and languid. She lets it build and grow, hands twisting between her legs, her nipples pinpointed in heat.

She closes her eyes and grinds down against her fingers, moaning aloud and looking closer and closer to orgasm with each drawing second.

I can’t keep my hands still. I want to touch her, taste her, fuck her in ways she hasn’t imagined yet, but I wait. I know she’s getting off having this control over me. She’s dizzy with it. I won’t deny her, but when it comes time for my turn, she’s going to know it. I won’t hold back.

I growl with want, start to pull lightly at my cock.

She runs her fingers inside herself until they disappear completely, her eyes, heavy with lust, flickering open to meet my own. “Is this what you like?”

I nod, growling my approval.

My skin’s prickling from top to bottom. It feels like I’m on fucking fire waiting here, watching.

I see her take this lust and make it her own, use it to drive herself closer to the edge.

She comes there on the spot watching me. Her mouth is a wide oval, each pant forcing her fingers deeper, thighs pressed together and knees flapping.

She doesn’t stop watching me through her entire orgasm, eyes growing drunken with need and then the sweet release that follows, her fingers sliding out of her slick and glistening.

I hadn’t realized I’ve been stroking myself faster, fisting my cock at the sight.

She tosses her hair back and straightens up, slowly walking over to me. She straddles me, the full weight of her sinking onto my cock until we’re pressed together skin on skin.

The stitching at my side stretches, but it seems safe enough.

She winds her arms around me and looks deep into my eyes, at the strained desire there.

“Fuck,” I groan, as she brushes her fingers over my lips still wet with her release.

“Is that better, baby?”

I nod, shifting upwards inside the heat of her pussy and feeling the impossible way it envelops every hard inch of me.

Sex with Linnea has always been incredible, but this is something else, something different. The way she moves against me, shifting and rolling, groaning and tipping her head back, it shows a newfound confidence, or is it freedom? Maybe it’s the fact we’re finally safe, that the whole Rex thing is over, but she’s moving like a new woman.

And I couldn’t be happier.

I grunt as she sinks her fingers into my shoulders.

“I want to leave a reminder,” she tells me. “I want to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Soon she’s moving against me hard, lifting from my lap and falling onto my cock, levering against me with such energy I start to lose control.

I look at her eyes and find them glazed and heavy, her lips slightly parted and the thought of doing whatever I desire to her, to make good on her promise, tightens my balls.

Her head falls back. She lets out a long, strained moan, crying out in pleasure.

Fuck who can hear us. Let the whole world hear for all I care.

She knows she’s driving me crazy, even as I fill my hands with her ass and start to thrust back against her, heaving into her underside with everything I have.

There’s pressure at my side where the stitches are, but I’m confident they’ll hold if I don’t get too energetic.

She cries out again and I love listening to the sound of her pleasure, the way her vocal cords strain in abandon.

“I want us to come together,” she tells me, voice breathy and tense with fresh need.

I clench my jaw, force away the orgasm that was ready to spill over.

“Wait,” she tells me, working against me, ankles kicking against