Page 99 of The Penalty

I grabbed the back of her head. “Do you want them to open the door and watch? Do you want to show them all who I belong to?”

She looked up at me, gasping for air, tears spilling from her eyes. Christ, she was a beautiful disaster. Mascara running, her cheeks stained pink, and my cock stuffed in her mouth.

The vibration from her moan, combined with the sensation of her tongue and teeth on my shaft, destroyed me. Violent tremors shook my thighs. My orgasm seared through me, wild and ruthless. I clutched onto the desk and surrendered on a deep moan.

Victoria swallowed every bit, slowly pulled her mouth off me, and glanced up. With a sultry grin, she licked the corner of her mouth where a pearl of cum remained.

Holy. Fuck. That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

The laughter died down out in the hall but I could see shadowed feet from under the door.

“Get up,” I ordered, my voice thick with lust. “Go to the door.”

Watching her pert ass walk away drove me to the edge. She’d barely made it there before I pressed my body into hers, shoving her against the ornate wood. The low hum of hushed voices saturated the air.

“We have company. Should I continue?”

Her hands pushed hard against the door when she arched her back. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

My hand drifted down to her ass. I slapped it hard. “Is that how you’re supposed to answer me?”

Her breaths came out harsh and raspy. “You talk too much, Maddox.”

I clamped my other hand around her neck and squeezed. “Is that so?” Another sharp slap on her ass. “Should I continue?”

“Green…fucking green.”

A loud, euphoric groan passed her lips when I slammed into her. I fucked her so hard I thought I’d break her. Or the door. It rattled with every brutal thrust, rhythmically announcing what we were doing to whoever stood on the other side of it. And they sure as hell still stood there.

Sex with Victoria always felt like heaven. But this? I’ve been so starved for her. Getting myself off on video chats or phone calls only helped so much. I craved her body, her scent, her moans. Everything.

When I slowed my frantic thrusts she whipped her head around.

“Xavier,” she panted. “I’m so close…don’t stop.”

I pulled out, spun her to face me and lifted her. She hooked her legs around my waist just as I slid back inside.

“Do you like getting your pretty cunt pounded with others listening?”

“Yes. I…fuck…coming.”

“You’ll finish when I tell you.”

Victoria uttered a small warning growl in response. My lips curved in a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

I pulled almost all the way out, edging her with slow, measured thrusts. Her little moans of protest were all for show. I know she loves when I play like this.

“Beg me, dirty princess.” I reached down between us and stroked her clit. “Tell me how much you need me to make you come.”

“You feel so…just let me.”

I pressed into her, savoring how our bodies molded together with perfection. “Beg me, Tori. I want to hear how much you need me.”

Her head thudded against the door in surprise. Edging her was one thing. Making her beg was new.

I held her hips, preventing her from moving. A low growl rumbled in my chest when she clenched around me.

“Are you going to do as I say?”

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