Page 12 of Payback, Penelope

“You said I wasn’t good enough when I told you Betsy was all I could afford.” Relief filters through my thoughts, easing the tension in my shoulders. I laugh once at the misunderstanding, only furthering the misunderstanding because she yells, “Myfeelings aren’t funny!” Penelope twists away and yanks open the front door. “Get. Out. I don’t want to see you again.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” I bend and push my shoulder into her hips to lift her and then kick the front door closed. Unbuttoning my top one-handed and unzipping my pants as I haul Penelope down the hall, she goes stiff and mumbles into my back about what a strong asshole I am. Thoughts of what I’m about to do to her have my pulse tripping over itself.

I toe off my shoes, throw her down in the middle of the bed, and strip her of her sneakers, the pants that are molded beautifully to her ass and thighs, and her silky panties while she does her best to remain stiff as a board and as unhelpful as possible. Getting her out of her top and strapless bra is trickier with her arms crossed over her chest, refusing to budge, but I manage it by tickling her sides until she laughs, then scowls and pouts. After shrugging off my top, I catch her wrists and press her arms above her head and my hips between her legs.

I lean in close when she yelps. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll make you, Mama. Don’t want Sonya finding us in here together.”

“No! I’m not playing this game with you again. You said—”

Penelope sucks in a breath when I grin and shove her balled-up shirt in her mouth, deep enough that she can’t spit it out. “That’s better.” I take precisely two seconds to check if her pussy is wet and want to roar with victory that she’s fucking soaked. “Oh, Mama, you were ready for me.”

Whether or not she mentallywantsto play our game, physically, her body is on board, and I force the first few inches of my cock inside her. I’d love to fuck in my full length, but one night isn’t enough to prep her to take all of me in one go yet. Maybe in a couple of years, we’ll get there, but for now, I set a slower pace so I don’t hurt her.

She shakes her head even as she bucks her hips up to take another two inches.

“Don’t lie to me. I bet you’ve been hot and horny for your stepson’s cock all day. Couldn’t wait to get home and fuck me before Dad gets off work. Need to cum inside you before he gets home and we have to go back to pretending like you don’t want me to put my baby in you.”

Penelope’s eyes grow hooded with my filthy words, and she lifts and wraps her legs around me as far as they’ll go, not quite able to hook her ankles. She arches her back to press her gorgeous, plump tits against my chest and relaxes her arms when I feed her another inch of my cock.

“Oh yeah, there you go. Now you’re feeling it. You love it when I sneak in here and fuck you when I shouldn’t. You love how wrong it is to be with me.”

She nods, clenching her eyes shut, and I don’t want the shirt muffling her moans of my name any longer as I finally work my entire length deep inside her, her stomach bulging with my cock. Pretty soon, that won’t be the only thing filling her tummy.

“If I take your shirt out, will you keep your voice down so Sonya doesn’t hear us?” She nods, and I pull it out before shoving my tongue in her mouth. It’s nothing like the lazy kisses we shared over her shoulder when we made love this morning from behind, still half asleep.

Penelope gives in briefly when I start rocking in and out of her, but then she twists her head to the side and drops her legs. “Get off of me,” she says firmly, clenching her jaw afterward.

I freeze. “What? Why?”

“Because I don’t want to have sex with someone who thinks I’m not good enough.”

“Ah shit, I forgot about that.”

“Well, I didn’t!”

I let go of her wrists, slide an arm under her back, and pull her up and on top of me after maneuvering to sit and lean back against the headboard. Wrapping both arms around herto hold her close to my chest while she tries to push against my shoulders, I tell her, “That’s not at all what I meant. Just that Betsy isn’t good enoughfor you. Not thatyouweren’t good enough.”

Penelope chews her bottom lip and looks away. I hate how unsure she sounds when she asks, “You mean that?”

“If I thought you weren’t good enough, why would I be trying to get you pregnant as soon as possible?”

She darts her eyes to mine. “Yeah? That’s not…that’s not just part of the game?” Her pussy pulses, and she grinds slowly on my lap, trailing her fingertips over my shoulders, up my neck, and into my hair. “Because that part…it’s not a game to me. I want a baby so bad it hurts.”

“It’s not a game to me either. I’ve been dreaming of you for years.Looking for youfor years, Mama. And now you’re here, and being with you is better than I ever dreamed. You’re the only woman I want to carry my future children.”

“How long exactly have you been dreaming of me? Wait—no, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”

Maybe one day I’ll tell her when she’s ready. I’ll confess to making up phony fundraisers so I could knock on her door when I was younger, just to get a glimpse of her. Tell her that my dad walked in on me once, butt-naked and masturbating while looking through my bedroom window that faced her side of the street with my binoculars, watching her on her hands and knees, planting flowers in her garden bed. I’d thrown myself back, covering my junk, when he came in. He snatched the binoculars, grinned at what I’d been looking at, then tossed them back to me and left the room without a word.

It’ll be a long time before I introduce the two of them officially.

I throw my head back, cracking it against the top metal bar of Penelope’s headboard, when she gets her feet under her soshe’s squatting on my lap. She bounces on my cock so hard and good that my gut twists in on itself, my balls tightening within a blink of an eye, ready to unload in her. I let loose a long, primal growl at the mind-bending pleasure, battling back my orgasm so I don’t cum yet.

“Shhh, baby. We’re going to get caught,” she says with a sultry whisper and a nip of my earlobe.

“Oh, Mama.” There’s no helping it. I fire off immediately inside her, groaning with both pleasure and defeat at it being over so soon. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I say with a mix of humiliation and sublimity when I can refocus my gaze on her gorgeous face.

Penelope slants her lips over mine and resumes bouncing on my deflating cock. I make a whimpering sound—one I’ve never made before—and my body trembles as she tries to bring my dick back to life too soon.

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