Page 211 of If Our Hearts Collide

Her breath hitches. “Both sometimes. It depends on my mood.”

My finger lingers at her entrance, barely inside her heat. “How many fingers can your little pussy swallow?”

She pauses as she leans back farther into me. I bend my knee to use as a seat for her backside. “Just one.”

“Just one?”

“Yes.”

“And why no more?”

“Because I’m too tight.”

I swirl my finger at her opening, stretching her gently. “Yes, you are tight. And we’re going to have to work at getting you to accept more. Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll try.”

“That’s my good girl.”

With gentle precision, I slide my finger deeper inside, groaning over her tightness. Using my other hand, I massage and knead the fleshy globes of her tits, making her feel good.

Penny’s leather shorts have shimmied down her thighs, making her lower half immobile.

And I’m not complaining.

I love her like this. Warm and relaxed and pliable.

Moving my finger in and out, I push along her pussy walls, testing their elasticity.

“Your pussy feels like a vise on my finger, Princess. You sure you want my cock to stretch it out? Because once I have a piece of you, I’ll demand access to your honeypot all the time.”

“I don’t want anyone else to take me. Just you.”

In an instant I go from being overcome with pleasure to being overwhelmed with jealousy.

“I will bury anyone that dares to try to steal what I have claimed as mine. So, heed my warning over any desire inside you that thinks it’s funny to tease me over something I refuse to share."

“What happens if my sexual appetite is stronger than yours?”

I huff out a laugh. “Doubtful.”

Shifting against me, Penny kicks her shorts off from around her ankles, discarding them against the wall of the viewing area.

Placing her foot on the bench, she silently urges me to go deeper. “It feels so good, Collins. I want more than just a finger. I want to be stuffed full.”

“Fuck,” I hiss. She has no freaking clue what she is doing to me right now, other than annihilating my self-control.

My finger pumps inside her a few more times, before pulling my hand out of her panties, helping her back into her shorts, and buttoning her up.

Facing me, she lets out a pant. “What? Why did you stop? I, um, I?—”

I place my still glistening finger against her lips, silencing her. Then I trail my tongue along the length, sucking up all the juices and ending at her lips. I encourage her to do the same with the other side, joining mouths in a kiss so deep I think I might suffocate.

When we finally detach, I suck in oxygen and try to steady my breathing. “Tonight is about testing limits, and I plan to learnall of yours. Come,” I say, tugging her hand and leading her to the next viewing area that features several threesome acts in session.

When I turn to move to a new area, Penny halts my movements. “I want to watch.”

“Do you now?” I ask, captivated by her unveiled interest.

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