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“Penn… please…”

“Tell me what she wants.”

“You. She wants you.” My staccato voice bounced off the concrete and I nearly wept when his fingers stilled.

“Nah uh. That’s not enough. What does she want?”

I’d never spoken for my vagina before, but I was frantic to do whatever it took if it meant this torture would end. “She wants your cock. She wants you inside her, she wants you, she wants to feel every last drop of your cum shooting inside her.”

The sharp intake of breath behind me told me I’d got it right this time.

“Good girl.”

There was a brief shuffling, the sound of buttons popping through denim, foil ripping, and then I felt it; hard and silky like a velvet encased steel pipe, slipping through my arousal. I couldn’t move. He had me pinned in, trapped by a denim prison around my knees allowing my legs to only move apart a fraction of what I wanted; which was exactly what he wanted.

My head fell back onto his shoulder and he swallowed my cry as he plunged into me in one swift move, stretching me out until I was almost too full to breathe. Until the tightness was practically unbearable. He gave me no reprieve to get used to the sensation before another vicious thrust pushed me hard against the wall.

“You’re mine, Lowe. There’s no way you can deny it when you take my cock as good as this.”

Within seconds, the tiny pulses had built into ripples, until full blown waves were surging through me, preparing to crash with a final breach that would destroy me. His cock swelled more with each slam forward until the smooth rhythm became nothing but erratic, pulling all the way out before driving back and building more power with every return.

Finally, too soon, his fingers bore down on my clit, shoving me so hard over the edge I didn’t recognize the noise that escaped me, though I knew my vocal chords were bruised. A deep growl ripped through the air as Penn spasmed behind me, breathlessly moaning while his cock punched hard inside me, the sensations keeping my own orgasms going for almost longer than I could bear.

I knew my back was soaked with our sweat, I could feel the heat of our bodies steaming the air as we both returned to earth. I rested my cheek against the cooling concrete wall as the heaving in our chests subsided.

I didn’t know how long we’d been gone, and I didn’t care. I didn’t want to leave.

Finally, the silence was broken by more than the cheering and hollering above us.

“You’re all my fantasies come true, Lowe. Fucking the woman of my dreams, while my team is playing, under my club. Youaremine. You belong to me and I’m never giving you up.”

I was helpless to argue. I had nothing left.

He’d taken everything and given me something better in return.

Him.

17

Penn

“Hi, it’s Penn Shepherd, again. Please call me back. I would really like to talk to you.”

I hung up, unsure I could add anything else which didn’t make me sound quite so desperate, but seeing as that was the eleventh message I’d left for Marnie Matthews and the fifteenth time I’d called, there wasn’t much else I could do.

Also, Iwasgetting desperate.

I sprinted across the road, not bothering to wait for the light to change and narrowly avoided getting hit by a cab, whose driver made it very clear hownothappy he was about it. I saluted the middle finger he flipped me and continued jogging to meet the guys for our weekly game of basketball.

The air might be carrying its late September chill, but my skin was already beading with perspiration. I needed this game.

I needed to sweat out my frustration until I was dangerously teetering on the verge of dehydration.

I needed a release to the relentless assault of latent adrenaline my body had been buzzing with like a pylon since Saturday. Since White Plains. Since I’d fucked Lowe under the stadium because I’d been unable to control myself around her a second longer.

I’d become addicted to her, that much I knew.

The wall I’d built my entire life had come crashing down, and for the past week, I’d been overpowered by the strength of longing I’d stockpiled for her. I needed this game to rid me of the coiled energy and frustration swelling inside me, like a volcano ready to erupt.

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