Page 61 of Major Penalty

It’s not enough.

His hand releases my throat, and I part my lips, greedily sucking in air.

“That’s it,” Ares groans. “Does it hurt good?” Ares’ lips curve.

I nod, not able to process anything except the way he feels. The way he’s breaking me and putting me back together at the same time.

“Use your voice.”

“Yes,” I moan. “It’s… so… good.” I breathe each word out, dizzy from the stretch.

“That’s my girl,” he growls, voice dropping to a dark rasp. “This is what you begged for, isn’t it?”

He thrusts—and this time, he doesn’t hold back.

My back arches, my nails sink into his skin, and I cry out as he pushes all the way in, filling me completely.

Ares’ groan is everything. His forehead drops to mine. His breath is uneven and ragged.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight.”

Heat floods me and consumes me. And then he starts moving, dragging his cock out of me before pushing it back in. The sounds he’s pulling out of me don’t even sound like my own voice.

Every inch of him is breaking me open, stretching me wide, claiming me.

My nails dig into his forearms.

“You’re doing so good.” he say before he thrusts again, a little harder.

“Oh my God, Ares!” I cry out, my eyes rolling back, pleasure flooding my belly.

He buries his face in my neck, “Tell me how you want it.” Another thrust, so slow it’s unbearable.

His hips still, and his fingers hover over my clit. He wants me to say it.

My face burns.

“Please,” I beg, unsure of what to say. “Please…move.”

And then he does. Each thrust is a stretch, a claiming. Ares watches every reaction, every moan, every flutter of my lashes.

His fingers trace along my thigh, down to where we’re joined. His touch sends a violent shiver through me. He starts to move faster, harder, making me lock my legs behind his waist.

He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in with a force that steals the air from my lungs. Filling me until there’s nothing left but the way he feels inside me.

“Where do you want my cum, little thing?” His deep voice breaks through the haze.

My mind goes blank. My lips part, but nothing comes out.

“You haven’t thought about that, have you?” His sinful chuckle sends a shiver through me.

I shake my head, trying to process his words.

Ares groans, picking up the pace. His hand slides down my stomach, rough fingers finding my clit again.

A sharp cry escapes me as he rubs in devastating circles, working me while his cock finds places I didn’t know existed.

“Where do you want it?” His lips ghost over mine. I moan, hips lifting, body chasing the pleasure but he stills, his cock halfway out of me. His fingers slow. “Not gonna fuck you until you tell me.” My breath shudders as I look at him, drowning in his blue eyes.

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