Page 118 of Penalty to the Heart

He nibbles at my ear as his fingers stroke my slit while his thumb adds pressure to my clit.

“I really want to come inside you,” he says, or begs… I’m not sure anymore. “But it’s your call. If that is too much for you, I understand.”

My chest heaves as I stare at his face, trying to make sense of what he’s asking me.

“Roxie, what do you want?”

“This… you…” I moan, grabbing his wrist so I can rub myself against his hand.

“Fuck. You already have me, Roxie,” he growls, pain etched on his features as I continue to use his hand to bring myself pleasure. “Kind of need you to say it, love,” he orders, his teeth grazing over my lip and tugging it. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

His body stills, and his green eyes turn pitch black at my words.

“Say that shit again, baby,” he demands, after turning me on my back, his large frame towering over me.

“Fuck me, Caleb. I want you to.”

Even though logic tells me that I shouldn’t even be in this position, nothing will stop me from getting what I desperately want—Caleb inside me.

Without further encouragement, he picks up the string of condoms and rips one out of its foil package. My eyes never leave his as he sheaths his large, formidable cock. And as if he knows I need the connection, he doesn’t sway his gaze from mine either.

“I’ll go slow,” he promises.

“Okay,” I rasp, not knowing if I want him to go slow or just rip off the band-aid entirely.

But when I feel his crown breach my core, I know slow is the only way I’ll survive this.

Every inch of him feels like it’s going to slice me open, but the pain is so exquisite, so profound, that I hear myself gasp for more minutes later.

“You’re so tight, Roxie. So fucking tight,” he groans, his eyelids narrowing into two fine slits of blissful misery.

“Kiss me,” I order, craving his kiss more than the air I need to breathe.

His hooded gaze smolders at the demand, his lips instantly falling back on mine.

I wrap my legs around his waist while my arms cling to his neck and shoulders.

Inch by glorious and torturous inch, I feel him make his home inside me, my protective walls coming down in one loud, thunderous crash.

“Fuck,” he growls, biting into my lower lip. “I… I…” he stammers as if no longer capable of forming words.

Not that I’m having a better time of it, either. Instead of telling him how good he’s making me feel, I let my body do the talking for me, molding itself to him and urging him on.

His low, torturous thrusts are so languid and smooth compared to the heat in his eyes.

He needs to go faster, but he won’t. Not until I tell him to.

“More,” I whisper, giving him my consent to take more from me.

He groans and releases his mouth from mine, only to pull back, raising my legs up high so they fall on his shoulders.

“Never saw a prettier sight. Look at us, Roxie. Just look.”

I follow his gaze to where our bodies unite, his cock thrusting into my pussy over and over again, the smell of our arousal heady and decadent.

His eyes then lift back to mine, and I am once again drunk off the need I see in his cool spring depths.

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