Page 144 of Penalty to the Heart

Feel loved.

And only by him.

His kiss lights me up from inside, coaxing me to open my mouth and give his tongue entry so it can do its worst. We’re all lips, tongues, and teeth when I feel Caleb grab my waist and pull me up, my legs hugging his hips while he walks us to the couch. Now straddled on his lap, one of his hands grabs the back of my head so my lips never leave his.

And they don’t. They refuse to budge, even to breathe, needing his kiss more than oxygen.

My core clenches as it slides up and down his jean-clad girth, feeling an emptiness that only he can fill.

He pulls at my hair, breaking our kiss, his usually light-green eyes turning pitch black.

“Put me in your hand. I need to feel you,” he orders on a frantic breath.

With eyes still locked on each other, I begin to pull the zipper down of his black jeans, marveling how his cock grows harder without even touching it. I then pull down the fabric of his boxers, freeing his cock and marveling at how angry it looks to have been deprived of me for so long.

It’s only been a few days since we parted ways at the park, yet it feels like a lifetime ago.

My mouth waters at the bulging vein on its inseam, his crown already wet with need. To my surprise and his, I slide myself off his lap, placing my knees on the living room carpet and spreading his legs wider.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he watches my hand grab the base of his cock, and my tongue slithers up to its tip until my lips are fully circled around him. I swallow him down my throat, and an incoherent loud sound leaves Caleb’s lips. I close my eyes and just let myself enjoy how his velvety skin feels on the tip of my tongue.

I forgot how powerful this action could feel for a woman—even on her knees, fulfilling the dutiful, submissive role, it’s her lover who is truly at his most vulnerable.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his breathing coming out in spurts as I speed up my ministrations. It’s when I feel a pinch in my head that I realize Caleb is grabbing my hair and helping my mouth fuck him senseless.

“Look at me,” he growls, making my heavy lids lift in obedience.

With our gazes once again firmly fixed on each other, I keep swallowing him down until he can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” he roars, coming into my mouth.

I swallow him whole, licking his cum off my lips as if it were my favorite treat.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grunts, like a man starved. “I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman more than I want to fuck you right now.”

He just came, so I doubt he’d be able to. But when Caleb pulls me up onto his lap, kissing me with such force, I can feel his cock once again hard, stabbing my stomach, leaving me more than impressed.

Instead of fucking me like he forewarned, I watch in confusion as he frantically shoves his hands into his pockets in search of something. His relief is immediate when he finds what he’s looking for, pulling out a condom wrapper and placing it in between his teeth.

I hold onto the wrapper and stop him from tearing it open.

“I’m on the pill,” I admit, his clenched jaw relaxing immediately.

“But I thought you said you weren’t on birth control.”

“I wasn’t,” I confess sheepishly, almost embarrassed for making the conscious decision to protect myself after not doing it for so long.

“Roxie,” he begins to say, his tone now gentle. “When did you go on the pill?”

“After we… after we first…”

“Slept together?” he finishes, to which I nod in confirmation.

The smile suddenly appearing on his face is so luminous that it’s blinding. My chest feels tight all of a sudden, as if the shimmer in his eyes is just too much for me to take.

“Thank you,” he says sweetly, as if implying that I’m on birth control because of him.

But aren’t I?

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