Page 84 of Penalized Love

“Part of me is shocked, but the other part thinks it all makes sense.”

“It’s all a part of the dichotomy that makes me…me.”

Isla bursts out laughing.“Have you been wanting to use that word all day?”

My lips twitch to hold back the smile that is threatening to take over my face.“Maybe.”

We can discuss this all night, but I have more important matters to attend to. I dip my head down and start by trailing featherlight kisses along her jawline and down the column of her neck. The scent of her skin, a heady mix of floral notes and something uniquely her, fills my senses.

Isla’s pulse grows more erratic beneath my lips as I press open-mouthed kisses against her throat. I can feel her body melt into the mattress as my hands glide along her sides. I’m trying to take my time with her, but when my fingers slip beneath the hem of her shirt, I have to check myself.

When she lifts her arms up, I take it as an opportunity to slip Isla’s shirt off, revealing her perfect breasts.“You’re so beautiful. I could worship your body all night long.”

“Then do it,”she whispers.“I want you to fuck me like you don’t respect me, even though you know that I’m all yours.”

Her words are the only confirmation I need. Without saying another word, I lean down and capture Isla’s lips with my own, further fueling the desire running through my veins. It is as if I haven’t kissed her in years instead of just a few short days ago. My mind wants to drift down memory lane to figure out just how I survived without her kiss for so long. My cock has a mind of its own and wants nothing short of reaching its goal.

It’s a terrible pun that I don’t even give myself time to recognize.

I snatch Isla’s tiny, soft shorts and panties off next, discarding them somewhere on the hotel room floor. The gasp that leaves her lips as I do so only makes me smirk. I take a moment to drink in the sight of her naked beneath me. The way she looks at me almost makes me forget my name, but I know I still have to make this good for her.

“I seem to recall that I said I would give you multiple orgasms before I got off. Is that correct?”

She thinks for a second before she says,“I think the word you used was many, but that’s tomato, to-mah-to.”

The smirk on my face grows wider.“Well, let’s see howmanyI can give you, then.”

I trail my hands along her inner thighs, keeping my touch featherlight to tease her. Isla squirms beneath me, and I can’t deny that I love the sight. Her breath becomes more labored as my fingers inch closer to where she wants me most. But instead of doing what she thinks I’m going to do, I decide to switch things up. My fingers don’t make a move, but my mouth does.

I look up at her as my mouth is inches from her pussy, and the scent of her arousal does something to me. It’s irresistible to me, and I want more of it. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider with a little more force than I typically would use. I want this to be pleasurable for her and not be the source of any discomfort or pain. As I lower my head, I make it a point that my eyes never leave hers.

“Asher,”she says, sounding like a plea. Although she hasn’t said another word, I know what she wants and needs. And I’m more than happy to oblige.

I answer with the first stroke of my tongue, a long, deliberate lick that has her arching off the bed. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer, begging me for more in her own way. But that’s not enough for me. I want to hear her screaming my name so loud that my teammates figure out who I’m fucking.

Does that make me a masochist? I’m not sure.

“I want more,” she blurts out as if she fears the words will be lost.

More is what I give her. My mouth is relentless against her pussy, alternating between broad strokes and sucking. Isla’s moans grow louder, and I know I’m getting closer to my goal. I can feel her thighs trembling on either side of my head as she gets closer to the edge.

“Oh god, Asher, don’t stop,”she gets out, her back lifting off the bed. Her fingers tug at my hair almost painfully, but there’s too much pleasure coursing through my body as well. I’m the one causing her to react like this. Not to mention, I want to give her everything because I’m determined to make her feel things she’s never felt before.

I shift my body back so that I can look down at her. She only gets a few seconds’ reprieve before I slip two fingers inside her tight pussy, curling them somewhat before my mouth lands back in its happy place. Isla cries out as she tightens around my fingers. She’s so fucking close, and I know I’m about to claim orgasm number one.

“Come for me, sunshine,”I murmur against her skin.“Let it go.”

As if waiting for my permission, Isla’s body tenses and then shakes slightly as her orgasm welcomes her with open arms. I coax her through it, gentling my touch, but not letting up until she’s a quivering mess beneath me.

“That’s my girl. Keep fucking my fingers until you’re done with this round, baby.”

Isla’s body trembles as she rides out her orgasm. Her hips rock against my fingers until she collapses back onto the bed. I withdraw my fingers, studying them just before I bring them to my mouth.

“You taste delicious. I could spend all night eating your pussy.”

Isla’s eyes meet mine, but the look in them makes me wonder if she’s still sailing on cloud nine.“What’s stopping you?”

I chuckle because I can’t help it.“Oh, sunshine, you have no idea what you’re in for. That’s only number one.”

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