Page 62 of Major Penalty

“I…” I pant. I don’t know! “Wherever you want,” I breathe out, trying to lift my hips toward him.

Ares presses my hips down, pinning me against the bed.

“Don’t give me that kind of power,” he warns, dark and low. “I’d fill your pussy with so much cum, you’ll have it dripping down your legs.”

His filthy words send a shockwave of pleasure straight through me. He lets out a low laugh before kissing the corner of my mouth and thrusting deep again, dragging a moan from my throat.

“Can’t decide?” he taunts, rolling his hips until he hits a spot that steals the air from my lungs. “My choice, then,” he growls, eyes darkening with something primal.

That look—sharp and hungry, wrecks me.

His body traps mine beneath his, holding me exactly where he wants me as he slides in and out with a devastating rhythm.

“Let me hear you,” he rasps, thrusting harder, pressing against that spot that makes me cry out.

My nails rake across his back, arms, shoulders—anywhere I can reach—as he pounds into me, relentless.

I’m spiraling too fast. My thighs tremble. My stomach tightens. I’m right there, on the edge, and there’s no coming back.

“That’s it, little thing. I can feel you.” His fingers press harder as he circles my clit with precision.

“I want to hear what you sound like when you break for me.” His voice wraps around me, pulling me in further.

I’m falling. No. I’mbeingdragged into the fire of him, and he’s holding me there. Watching me burn.

A sharp, helpless cry rips from my throat.

His hips slap against mine, deep, dragging his cock to the exact speed of my unraveling.

I look up at him and forget how to breathe. He’s above me like a god made of shadows and sin, every inch of him sculpted, massive, and covered in black ink.

Each muscle is tight with restraint, his chest slick with sweat, veins bulging in his arms.

His eyes are fixed on my face like I’m the only thing in the world. And he’s so beautiful it hurts.

Not pretty.

Not handsome.

Devastating.

Raw and unforgiving.

His lips find mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. He just lets me chase the taste of him, lets me ache for it as my body tightens, trembles, and falls apart.

“You feel that deep ache in your belly?” His hand tightens around my thigh.

I can’t even nod. I’m too close, too full of him, too far gone.

“You have five seconds to come on my cock,” he growls, “or I'm blowing this whole load in your pussy.” His voice is a snarl now, as his thrusts grow rougher.

The threat alone is enough to send me over the edge. And I shatter. Completely, loudly, shamelessly.

Ares watches me, owning every twitch, every gasp, every scream I give him. His hips slamming into mine with punishing control.

“Fuck,” he growls, the word ripping straight from his chest. His abs tighten above me, straining as his fingers dig into my thigh, while the waves of my orgasm tear through me.

And then he pulls out, instantly making me feel empty, my walls tightening around nothing. He wraps a fist around his cock and strokes fast, his muscles flexing, his face twisted in pure, ecstasy.

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