Page 59 of Major Penalty

I breathe out, my stomach tightening at his words. Then he pulls away, sitting back on his heels. My legs are still wrapped around his hips, still trembling.

“Aren’t you?” he echoes, his hand moving toward his zipper.

Oh, God.

My heart skips a beat, watching him pull it down, revealing the waistband of his briefs.

“Maybe you should help me take my wallet out?” Ares watches me closely, a lazy, dark smirk pulling at his lips.

My stomach drops. I know exactly what he’s referring to, the memory burning hot. That day in my office, when I’d tapped his bottoms and told him to take his wallet out and…

My face floods with embarrassment, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face and the giggle that threatens to escape me. Instead, I bite my lip and look up at him with a smile. Ares grins back, watching me silently before he takes my hand and pulls it towards him.

I let him, completely entranced. He’s so intoxicating, so powerful, so in completely in control. And yet, he’s handing it to me.

“Go on, little thing. Take what you want.” His voice is thick, dripping in sinful amusement.

My lungs stop working, anticipation coiling in my gut. Ares’ eyes are on me. He’s waiting. Daring me to take the next step. And I can’t stop myself.

With a shaky breath, I reach for him, my fingers hesitant and unsure. Ares’ lips curve, and it’s devastating.

“There you go, baby.” The praise grips my core. Ares watches my hand move closer, releasing it from his hold. “Be a big girl. Take it out yourself.” His voice is low, coaxing, dangerously smooth.

My breath shudders as my fingers slip past his waistband and into his boxers. Ares’ abs flex when my fingers make contact with his hard, hot length.

Ares muscles tense, and his jaw ticks.

“Wrap your hand around it.” The command is so wrecked, so intoxicating.

My stomach flips at his words. My fingers obey. I push in further and close my hand around him. Heat races to my cheeks, my walls tightening in anticipation. He feels thick and heavy in my palm. His skin is so soft, such a contrast to how rigid he feels beneath it. I tighten my hold around it, looking up at him to soak up his reaction.

Ares hisses through his teeth and shifts his hips. He pushes his pants down further and helps me take him out completely, and my mouth falls open. His cock matches the rest of him. Huge and intimidating.

His breathing is uneven. His chest rises and falls too fast as his cock pulses in my hand. The sheer size of him makes my fingers seem too small. I don’t even know if I’m holding him right.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to imagine this thing inside me, and…I can’t. He’ll tear me open.

I jerk when I feel his fingers brushing against my clit, circling again. I gasp, arching. “This is all mine,” he murmurs, his fingers slick with me as they tease, stroke, circle—driving me to the edge. “You’ve been saving this for me. Right, baby?” He pauses. Then he leans in, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “And I won’t forget that, little thing.”

I gasp, my voice broken. My fingers tighten around him—uncertain, not knowing if I’m doing it right but needing to touch him.

Then Ares’ hand wraps over mine, and he starts guiding my hand.

Up. Down.

His jaw flexes. I grip tighter, and he hisses.

“Yes. Just like that.” His voice is raw with approval.

I want to do it again. Want to hear what sounds I can pull from him. Then his mouth is on mine. His lips are hot and consuming, his tongue pushing in deep. I can feel the heat of him in my hand. I keep stroking him, gripping him, making him groan.

Ares fingers slide through my lips, spreading them. He breaks the kiss, his lips brushing my cheek. His fingers coax the wetness around, making me feel how drenched I am.

My eyes flutter closed. I don’t even know when my hand slipped off his cock, but now they’re fisting the sheets beside me.

His fingers move up, gliding over my clit, pressing in just enough to have me arching. I open my eyes to see Ares kneeling between my thighs, his cock heavy and thick in his fist. He’s touching me, spreading me open with his right hand while his left slides up and down the intimidating size of his cock.

“Ready to feel me, baby?” he rasps, breath shaky. “I’ll stretch you slow. But you're taking every inch,” he drawls with a long stroke of his thumb across my clit.

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