Page 73 of The Show

He stood, unblinking. His hands were fisting open and shut at his sides; his bare chest rising and falling from the slow, deep breaths he was taking to calm himself, as if he needed to stop his brain from breaking.

It was easily the biggest compliment I’d ever been paid in my life.

“Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be here.” His gravelly voice shook and something twisted inside me, clenching as I watched him, watch the heat build in his unblinking, eager gaze.

I lifted up on my elbows. “Penn, come here.”

“Lowe…” He licked his lips, “I want to make this so good for you.”

“You will. But come here. I’m here.”

Heat flared, snapping him out of whatever internal battle he was waging with himself. He removed a foil packet from his back pocket, threw it on the bed and shucked himself out of his jeans and underwear. His cock bounced free and my throat constricted.

Sweet baby angels.

He saw my eyes blaze, hesaw,and a sly, lazy smile popped on the corner of his mouth. Idly tugging the length of his dick, beads of pre-cum leaked from the tip and trickled onto his fist.

“Yeah, you fucking are.”

He was hovering over me before I took my next breath;ifI’d been able to take it,ifhe hadn’t stolen it. With one hand he held himself over me, the other he ran down to my hips, pushing my legs further apart, until they reached their peak. I was spread so wide for him, my pussy dripped onto the sheets underneath me.

“I hope these walls are soundproofed, because I’m gonna worship you, Lowe Slater, and I’m going to takeallnight. You’re going to come so many times you won’t remember your own name. And then I’m going to do it again. I promise you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

His body was so hot over mine I swear I could see steam rising between us. He moved back, not breaking my gaze until he was on his haunches, and then his focus moved to exactly where I needed it. My pussy spasmed hard, desperate for his attention.

“Ohshiiit,” he hissed, creating a flurry of mini ripples deep in my groin. “Baby, you’re soaked.Soaked.Your pussy…it’s fucking perfect.”

He reached out, hesitating, before his thumb slicked through my arousal and slipped over the throbbing bundle of nerves which had been aching for him since he’d kissed me yesterday afternoon. I let out a whimper, then another, as he began lazily cupping his balls, his eyes never straying from where his thumb was smearing my juices all around my swollen clit.

“Jesus… you are… this is…” His voice was so low and guttural I could almost feel the vibrations across my hot skin. “I could play with you all night.”

I was rapidly dissolving into a puddle of pleas and whimpering, while it was clear he had no intention of speeding up his rhythm or increasing the pressure; that he was content to keep me just below boiling. He was transfixed. On and on he kept up; my toes curled into the mattress, my fists bunched the sheets. Sweat was running down the crevices of my body. My synapses were loading the missiles, ready to aim for an explosion that would light up the sky.

“You’re so close, aren’t you? I can see it; you’re so pink and swollen. Holy shit, this is going to blow my mind.” He thrust two fingers inside me and angled them up, while his thumb flicked my clit. “Come for me.”

My orgasm was finally wrenched from me; a deep, animalistic groan rumbling out of Penn’s chest. Pleasure and pain smashed together as I rode the wave releasing me from his torture, but I was given no time to come down before another sensation fried my brain entirely.

“Lowe, look at me,” Penn ordered, and somehow, I managed to force my eyes open. I had no strength left. I was nothing but dough under his fingers, soft and pliable. He was kneeling between my legs, the thick tip of his dick nudging insistently at my entrance. His eyes were so far gone, the grey of his irises was almost indiscernible from his pupils, reminding me of a stormy, moonless night. “I want to watch every second of you taking my cock. I want to see your mouth drop open as I stretch you out and fill you up.”

He might have appeared calm, but the vein popping in his neck told a different story. He was on the brink as much as I was. He pitched forward and back, edging slowly, not to be gentle but to prolong the torture. Every inch he gave me set off another series of clenches deep in my pussy, which in turn had his fingers constricting round my thighs and spreading them wider apart. Those fingers were going to leave bruises and I savored every one, biting down on my cheek to keep myself in check.

“You like that, don’t you? You fucking like how out-of-control I feel. You don’t even need to say it because your pussy is doing all the talking and she’s fucking gushing for me right now. She’s so tight and wants my cock so badly she’s practically strangling it.”

Jesus. No one had ever talked to me like this. My neck craned, my back arched; anything to get more of him.

“No, you can fucking wait until I’m ready,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“Please, Penn. I need it. Please.”

He stilled, holding my gaze through deeply hooded eyes, then in one almighty thrust, plunged into me, sending me the rest of the way up the bed until my head hit the board. We both cried out; the sound guttural and ripped from our lungs.

Sweat dripped from his brow onto mine and he wiped it away, along with the hair clinging to my forehead. “You okay?”

I nodded, breathless.

“You feel unbelievable, Lowe. Fucking unbelievable. I never imagined…”

“Move, please… move.” I was so full I could feel him everywhere, but I still needed more.

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