Page 141 of Penalty to the Heart

“We’re not?” I pant, needing her to pull the fucker out.

“No. We had a fight,” she explains before pulling my zipper down. “And after the fight, I went back to my office, and you went home,” she continues as she frees my cock into her loving hand. “And all we did was spend the rest of the afternoon thinking about all the things we can’t do… but desperately want to.”

“Fuck… so what you’re saying is that we’re not really here,” I moan, loving how she’s allowed herself to give into her desires, even if under the guise of a fantasy.

“Exactly. We’re not here,” she confirms, running her tongue over my bottom lip while she strokes my cock into oblivion, ensuring that I’m mad with lust.

“So you couldn’t stop me from doing this.” I let out a growl, hoisting her off the ground by her waist, her legs wrapping themselves around me.

“No, I couldn’t because we’re not here,” she rasps, positioning my cock to her core, her plea evident in her eyes.

It’s all she needs to say for me to sink myself inside of her, both of us hissing out at the connection.

She feels so good.

So fucking good.

Fucking her raw like this … it’s enough to drive any man insane.

As I continue to fuck her against the brick wall, I kiss her shoulder, bite and nibble on her neck, needing to worship every inch of her. If I’m not allowed to tell her how she makes me feel, then at least I can show her.

“Caleb,” she moans out my name so fucking sweetly that I almost come with just the sound of her voice.

“Fuck,” I growl, needing to place her back on her feet, spin her around and fuck her from behind.

Like this, I’ll have more control not to lose my load inside her, though her tight cunt isn’t helping my restraint any.

“Jesus fuck, but I can’t get enough of you,” I groan into her ear as I continue to pound her sweet pussy.

“Caleb… I… I,” she starts, unable to hold out long in this position.

“Come for me, love. Just let go,” I order, knowing she needs reassurance that it’s okay to seek out her own pleasure.

Like clockwork, my Roxie comes like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

She reaches the stars, crying out my name while I groan out hers, pulling my cock out just in time to coat her gorgeous ass with my cum.

To her, this is just a fantasy she is living out of.

To me, it’s the closest time I ever came to anything real.

Unfortunately, the veil of our secret rendezvous quickly lifts, giving way for reality to set in.

I can feel it in the way her body suddenly stiffens.

She refuses to make eye contact with me even when I help clean her up and fix her skirt and blouse.

“Don’t,” I plead when she turns around to face me. “Don’t fucking say this was a mistake again, Roxie. I don’t think my fucking heart could bear it.”

But instead of the shame I expect to see on her face, all I see is confusion.

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” I say, lifting her chin up to look into her eyes.

“I know,” she whispers. “But that doesn’t mean I’m less conflicted by it.”

I nod because I understand what she means by it, even though it fucking sucks.

“I think… I think I need some time. Can you give me some time just to figure things out on my own?”

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