Page 13 of Penalty for Boarding

The moment my oiled hand wraps around Calvin's thick shaft, he lets out a deep, guttural groan. His hips buck slightly at the contact, cock twitching in my grip as I stroke him slowly. He’s just sohard.

I let out a shaky breath as I marvel at the feel of Calvin in my hand—hot and heavy, the silky skin stretched taut over his rigid length. His eyes are locked on mine, pupils blown wide with desire as I work my fist up and down, spreading the oil and drawing breathy moans from his parted lips.

“Fuck, Olivia,” he groans, hips lifting off the bed to thrust into my hand. “That feels so good.”

Pride and arousal swell within me at his reaction. I'm doing this to him—reducing this strong, powerful man to a needy, writhing mess with just the touch of my hand.

I continue stroking, my grip firm as I slide my hand up and down his hard length, twisting my wrist and thumbing over the sensitive head. He groans, his abs flexing as he rocks into my touch, seeking more friction.

“Do you like that?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. I'm feeling emboldened by his reactions, drunk on the power of bringing him such pleasure. I want to see him completely unravel, to make him come undone right in front of me.

Calvin nods, hissing through his teeth as I increase my pace. “Fuck yes. Don't stop, Olivia. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

Calvin's eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open in a silent moan as I stroke him faster, harder. The wet glide of my oiled hand on his cock is obscenely erotic, the slick sounds mingling with his labored breathing and grunts of pleasure. I can feel him throbbing, growing even harder as his hips thrust up to meet my downward strokes.

“Olivia, fuck... I'm getting close,” he pants.

I can tell he's close by the way his muscles tense, his abdomen contracting as he chases his release. The sight of him, all straining tendons and sweat-slicked skin, is almost too much to bear. I feel my own arousal building, my core clenching with need as I watch him unravel beneath my touch.

“Fuck. Olivia.”

With a final groan, Calvin's body goes rigid, his back arching off the bed as thick ropes of cum erupt from his cock, streaking his stomach. I keep stroking him through it, my grip slick with oil and his release, milking every last drop from his pulsing shaft.

It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen—Calvin Barrett, completely undone, lost in the throes of an intense orgasm that I gave him. Desire surge through me, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m climbing onto the bed and licking his cum off his skin.

CALVIN

I'm still seeing stars as the sensations of my mind-blowing orgasm start to fade. But then I feel Olivia's hot tongue lapping at my stomach, licking up my cum, and it's like a lightning bolt of pure lust shoots through me.

“Jesus, Olivia,” I gasp, lifting my head to look down at her. The sight of her pretty pink tongue darting out to taste me has me rock hard all over again. “You're gonna be the death of me.”

I thread my fingers into her hair, gently tugging her up my body so I can capture her lips in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on her tongue, and it only makes me want her more. Groaning into her mouth, I roll us over, pinning her beneath me on the bed.

Olivia gasps as I settle between her thighs, my hard length pressing against her core through the thin fabric of her sundress. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, her tongue tangling with mine.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” I growl, grinding my hips into hers.

Olivia moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she arches against me. “I thought you were in pain,” she breathes.

“Oh, I'm in pain all right,” I rasp, nipping at her earlobe. “But it's a whole different kind of ache now. The kind only you can soothe.” I punctuate my words with a roll of my hips, letting her feel just how hard she's made me again. “Besides, I hear a little gentle exercise is good for working out the stiffness.”

Olivia laughs breathlessly. “I don’t want you to be gentle with me, Barrett.”

My lips curve into a wicked grin. “Is that so?” I ask, my hand sliding up the outside of her thigh. “Then tell me, doc. How do you want it?”

Olivia's eyes darken, the blue irises nearly swallowed by her blown pupils. She licks her lips, her gaze locked on mine as she breathes out, “Hard. Fast. I want you to fuck me until I’m walking as crooked as you are.”

A feral growl rumbles in my chest at her words. “Fuck, Olivia. You can't say things like that and expect me to have any semblance of control.” I crush my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss, my tongue delving deep as my hands roam her curves. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kisses me back just as fiercely.

With a sharp tug, I tear my lips from hers and sit back on my heels. Olivia looks up at me, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. I grip the hem of her sundress and lift it up her body, just enough that I can get my fingers into the waist of her panties.

“These can’t stay,” I say, hooking my fingers under the elastic and tugging them down. Olivia lifts her hips, allowing me to slide them down her smooth legs and toss them aside.

“Fuck. Me.” I pause, drinking in the intoxicating sight of her spread out before me, her skin flushed and her eyes dark with unbridled lust. I trail my fingers up her inner thighs, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. Her pussy isdripping, her scentdriving me wild, the heady aroma of her arousal making my already painfully hard cock throb with need.

“Calvin, please.” She lifts her hips off the bed, seeking friction from me.

I smirk, loving the desperation in her voice. I want to tease her, to draw this out and make her beg for it. But I'm just as desperate, my body screaming at me to bury myself inside her wet heat.

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