Page 13 of Payback, Penelope

I grip her hips to stop her. “Wait…wait, Mama. Give me a few minutes to recover.”

“But I want it now. Daniel will be home any minute, and I need more.”

“More…”

“More cum. Just a little bit more to keep me satisfied until I can sneak into your room tonight after he falls asleep.”

“Not yet. I can’t—oh fuck!” Penelope tightens her grip in my hair and grinds forward and back on my lap, pinching my overly sensitive cockhead between her tightening inner walls as she jerks her hips faster and faster until my dick has no choice but to harden again. My stomach hollows out at the unbearable pain and pleasure.

I grit my teeth and concentrate on getting her to climax quickly by working a hand between our bellies to play with her clit, bringing her to a screaming orgasm that would alert anyone in the house if we really were sneaking around instead of just role-playing my fantasy.

I whimper out my release when her pussy clamps down, squeezing the life out of my dick in this position until I’m worried she’s going to cut off the circulation for good. Penelope loosens her fingers and slides them down to my chest, petting my dark, curly chest hairs.

“I never knew chest hair could be so sexy,” she says once she catches her breath. “You’re all man now, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah, you like it?” I was self-conscious about my body hair as a teenager when other kids would make fun of me at the pool or in the locker rooms, so I’m fucking stoked that Penelope appreciates it.

“Oh yeah. So big and strong and masculine. Imagine how big and strong our sons will be if they take after you.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot. But I can’t go again yet,” I rush to say when Penelope starts clenching and releasing around my sore cock.

“Yes, you can. Do it for Mama.”

“No, no, no—oh sweet Jesus, I can’t,” I whine when my dick starts swelling again. I shift my hands under her ass to pull her off of me, but my arms give out, dropping limp at my sides.

“Come on, baby. You can do it,” she croons, then kisses me.

A haziness creeps in around the edges of my vision, and I can’t seem to pull enough air into my lungs as she swivels and bounces with more enthusiasm after gripping the metal bar, doing all the work while I can do nothing but take the abuse.

I apparently have one last spurt of cum left in the tank, and as soon as she forces it out of me, I slump to the side and pass out.

Chapter 8

Jacob

I come to when something tickles my balls, then knit my brows when something tugs on my wrist, preventing me from reaching down to scratch them. I try my other arm, which is also immobilized. The first whirl of panic blows my eyes wide open, my heart racing when I find my wrists tied to either side of Penelope’s headboard with soft, black rope.

I cast my gaze down my naked, sweaty body to find a blonde head bobbing up and down my soft cock. Penelope tilts her chin up, piercing me with near-manic hunger when I shake the bed, trying to yank my wrists free of their bondage. She drags my limp dick out of her mouth long enough to beam at me with spit painting her reddened lips and sliding down my cock to my balls, making them twitch.

Bewildered, I shout, “You tied me up?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums around the sensitive mushroom head of my dick when she dips back down, suctioning her lips around it like she’s trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose until it starts to stiffen.

I try to roll over onto my side to get away from the sensation—as mind-blowingly sexy as it is—and panic once again digs its claws into me when I can’t move my legs. “You tied my legs tothe bed, too?” Her echoing answer vibrates down the length of me, making my stomach spasm. “Let me go, Mama. I can’t take it,” I plead.

“Yes, you can, baby.”

She drags her tongue up the underside of my now rock-hard shaft after giving my balls a gentle squeeze in her palm, then gets to her knees and climbs on top of me, straddles my hips, and presses my tip to her entrance. She drops her weight, taking all of me with a throaty moan.

If pain wasn’t lancing through my lower half, I could appreciate the way her breasts sway and jiggle as she grinds and rolls on my lap. I can only get out one word: “Why?”

“Because you kept trying to stop me.” She motions to the restraints binding my limbs to the corners of her bed. “I had to take matters into my own hands. Time’s running out, and I need your cum. Now.”

With Penelope’s hair pulled up in a bun, there’s nothing skewing my vision of her large, dark pink nipples that bead at the tips when she wipes the saliva from her mouth and trails her hands down to play with them. She cups her breasts, squeezing them and shimmying until I’m battling the knots at my wrists in earnest, desperately wanting to sit up and suck her nipples deep into my watering mouth.

I lick my lips. “Give me a taste, Mama.”

Penelope leans forward, the angle tugging on my cock, making me dizzy, and she teases me by brushing one nipple across my lips. She pulls back before I can take it in my mouth and softly caresses my cheek, her fingertips combing through my short beard. It doesn’t make sense. I trimmed my facial hair back this morning before we went to work, and my beard normally doesn’t grow inthisfast.

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