Page 21 of Regrets

Jesus Christ. What the hell am I doing?I pull my hand out of her jean shorts and start to walk away, but she grabs my hand. “I use condoms with all of them. I just want it to be exactly like the first time.”

I can barely look at her.What fucking game is she playing?Is she trying to punish us both?I feel physically ill as I look up at the raised ceiling of the living room, my throat tightening to a painful level.

“Why?”

“Because it will help. I promise.”

I lower my eyes to meet hers, seeing despair in them. “You need help, Penelope.”

She leans against the back of the couch. “No shit.” She lifts her top off, leaving her full braless tits on display for my miscreant eyes.

I take two sure steps toward her, spinning her away from me and pressing against her body from behind, my hand sliding over her stomach, then back down her shorts and between her legs. “This is what you want?”

She leans forward, her hands grabbing the back of the couch. “God, yes.”

The fingers of one of my hands play with her clit as the other cups her breast, the thumb flicking over her hardened nipple. “My mom will be here in two days.”

“That’s really fucking weird foreplay, Linc,” she pants as she moves against my hand.

I lean into her ear, my voice harsh and full of need for her. “I’ll fuck you, if you promise you’ll clean up by then.”

I feel her body stiffen, and I know how close she is to coming, but I stop moving my hand, causing her to whimper with desire.

“Linc . . .”

I move my hand from her breast to her throat, tipping her head back as I lean over her. “Promise me, P.”

I feel her swallow against my hand, and then she nods. “I promise. I’ll be good when she’s here.”

I drag my lips over the side of her jaw before I release her and push her shorts and panties down her long legs before doing the same with my jeans and briefs. “Do not fuck me over, Penelope.”

I line up at her entrance from behind as she wiggles her hips, begging for me to be inside her, but I don’t move.

“Linc.” It’s a groan from her lips, a plea from her.

I turn my head, looking out the window at the lake again and push inside her, feeling her stretch for me as she leans forward, taking me in.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice reflecting her relief from an intense craving.

“This is what you want?” I repeat it again needing to hear it, that she wants me.

One of my hands rests on her hip and the other moves back to her full breast, finding her nipple and pinching it between my thumb and finger. “Yes. God, Linc. Please don’t stop.”

I bury my cock deep inside her before nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back inside of her, feeling her body accept each thrust over and over again. My dick is immersed in her, each stroke bringing us both closer to the brink.

I pinch her nipple hard, pulling and punishing it as she drags her fingernails over my bare thighs, digging in hard, nearly causing me to come from the painful sensation.

Both of us relish pain mixed with pleasure, both craving punishment for our many sins.

“Come inside me, Linc.”

“Fuck, P. It shouldn’t be this good.”

I feel the buildup coming as I quicken the pace, crashing into her with no mercy. “I know.”

My hand moves to her engorged clit, and when I pinch it with harsh pressure, I feel her tight pussy clench around my cock, sending us both over the edge as streams of cum burst from mycock into her. Then we both collapse against the couch, spent and broken.

But the few moments of pleasure doesn’t take away any pain, it only adds to it.

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