Page 230 of If Our Hearts Collide

Trust me—I tried.

But I failed.

With concentrated precision, I reach for her ankles and pull her down the bed to a standing position. Steadying her stance, I splay my fingers over the sides of her hips.

“I’m obsessed with your curves.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint you,” she whispers, looking down at her naked toes.

“I don’t want you to overthink this.” I kiss her on her forehead.

Then I take my seat in the armchair, leaving her standing in her nakedness in front of me.

“Dance.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I eat with my eyes first.” And because I’m fucking jealous of every man—and woman—at Limit-X who got to experience her on the dance floor.

Now it’s my turn to indulge.

After several long seconds and the prediction that she won’t follow through, Penny starts to perform.

Her hips swivel and her head tilts back up toward the ceiling.

I can tell she isn’t fully confident, and that alone sends blood to my cock. I like her innocence. I like that she isn’t some porn star replica.

Much preferring her softness, I find Penny absolutely enchanting.

“You’re doing amazing, Princess. Keep dancing. Show me what will soon be mine.”

She moves to the music in her soul and enchants me with every shift her body makes.

When she gets close enough to be within reach, I grab her waist and place her on my lap so she straddles me, while digging my fingers into the lush flesh of her ass cheeks.

For several minutes, we just grind against one another, using my pre-cum as lubrication to assist with the friction.

“I’m going to destroy you and wreck that pussy of yours that you use as a weapon instead of a source of pleasure.”

“Yes, please.”

“You sure that is what you want? There won’t be going back once you decide.”

Penny nods. “I’m so horny that air is turning me on, as a gentle caress when all I want is something rough. And certain. And unapologetic. Can you be those things for me?”

Her words are airy and believable.

She wants this. I want this.

“Yes, Princess. I can.”

“Then stop starving yourself.”

I stand up with Penny wrapped around me like a bear cub on a tree and walk us to the bed.

“You did well, Princess,” I praise, feeling her melt even more.

Placing her gently on the center of the bed, I trail my fingers along her legs, settling at her ankles and giving them some attention.

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