Page 24 of Inside the Penalty Box

“Is it?”

She nodded, this time not saying anything.

“Tell you what. If you are telling me the truth right now, then you’re probably not wet. Would that be correct?”

Her eyes widened at my question and her breathing picked up the pace as she looked at me.

“Tell me? Would I be right?”

She nodded.

I brought my hand to my chin and ran my fingers over my jaw. “Okay then. So if I were to reach into your panties, I’d find you drier than the Sahara? Correct?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.

I dropped my hand from my jaw to the bottom of her short skirt and danced my fingers slowly along her inner thigh, making my way toward her centre.

I watched her. She closed her eyes, her breathing now quicker than before. “What…what are you doing?” she murmured, her voice shaking as her eyes fell to my lips.

I slipped her panties to the side and ran my fingers through her soaked center, closing my eyes as I felt her.

“Liar,” I growled.

Almost immediately, her lips were on mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I kept her up against the wall and slid two fingers deep inside of her.

As my tongue parted her lips and washed through her mouth, she let out a tiny moan. I could feel myself straining against my jeans and had never been so happy when she lowered her hands and pulled at my belt, loosening it enough to open the button and drop the zipper.

“I hate you,” she breathed heavily between kisses as she dug her hand into my pants and grabbed my hard cock.

“No, you don’t,” I whispered.

I pulled at the top of her dress, lowering it so I could have access to her amazing tits. The second they were bare, I brought my mouth to one of her perfect pink nipples and swirled my tongue around it, then sucked it into my mouth. She let out a moan loud enough that someone could have heard if it hadn’t been for the music pumping through the house.

“No, I do,” she said, breathing hard.

“That’s fine. Then I hate you too,” I replied as I moved my mouth to the other nipple.

I guided her away from the wall and over to the bed where I bent her over. I lifted her dress and pushed her panties to the side. Running my cock through her wetness, I reached into the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and slid it on me. I pushed into her as she let out another loud moan as I buried myself inside of her.

“You still not going to come?” I questioned through clenched teeth as I bent over her.

She fisted the blankets on the bed as I pounded into her.

“You still not turned on?”

“Oh god,” she cried.

“Tell me it feels good,” I demanded, knowing full well she was getting closer.

She hissed as she fisted the blankets.

I reached around and pinched her nipples as I drove myself deep into her. I could already feel her tightening around me.

“Are you close?” I questioned, breathing hard.

She nodded as I continued to pinch and pull on her nipples.

“Say it.”

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