Page 72 of Major Penalty

“Ares, we have to go,” she breathes out weakly, already trembling.

“You know you don’t want me to stop, do you?” I murmur, watching her eyes flutter shut.

She shakes her head. Her whole body is pulled tight, waiting.

“Be honest with me, baby. You want me to keep going, don’t you?” I stroke her clit through the material, just enough to tease.

She chokes out a sound that’s part moan, part plea.

So, I do it again—and again—slow, measured, and cruel. I want her to go crazy.

But she’s inexperienced, her body so new to someone else’s touch, that I feel her getting closer and closer to coming just from this. Her entire body locks up, her thighs clench, and her mouth opens in a silent cry as her hips twitch forward.

“Oh, no, baby,” I murmur, slowing my fingers. “Not yet.”

“Please,” she breathes, her head falling back, voice raw.

I press my mouth to her jaw, tasting her skin. “Please what, sweetheart?” I ask, not teasing—coaxing. I want every shattered word she gives me.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, hips rolling into my hand.

My fingers press deeper, more deliberately. “That’s it,” I whisper, increasing my speed with more pressure. “That’s it. Let me feel you come for me again.”

Her thighs tremble around me. I hold her through it, stroke her slow and steady, completely undone by the way she responds to nothing but my hands.

She whimpers, her hips rolling up, grinding her pussy into my hand as she fists the front of my T-shirt and yanks me closer.

God, that sound.

“Insatiable little thing,” I rasp, pressing my fingers harder against her. “One taste of my cock and now you can’t go without it, huh?”

Her head falls back with a moan, loud and needy, the sound swallowed by the crash of the waves behind us. I can’t help myself—I dip down and bite the curve of her throat, just hard enough to make her shudder. She whimpers, and I soothe the sting with my tongue, kissing the spot I marked as mine.

Then I hook my fingers into her panties, pulling them aside, baring her to the ocean air.

Her eyes snap to mine, wide and hazy with lust, as I drag two fingers down her slit, parting her folds before slowly pushing them inside—just halfway.

“Ares,” she breathes, her voice trembling as she arches into me. Her unraveling with the sun on her skin and the ocean roaring behind her might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I don’t stop. I press my thumb to her clit and rub in slow, dirty circles while my fingers work deeper, stretching her open again. She clenches around me, so wet and tight, I almost lose it.

“Not so worried about breaking and entering now, are you?” I murmur, thrusting slow and deep, watching her come apart just for me.

I lean in, capturing her sweet lips with mine, feeling her tighten around my fingers. I pull them out of her while I drag my other palm up the side of her legs. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and tug until they drop to the floor around her ankles.

I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her, leaving her soaked panties on the floor. She gasps into my mouth, a startled sound that turns breathless as I drop her gently on the counter. She spreads her legs instinctively, like her body already knows what’s coming.

What a good, good girl.

I pull away and look at her, legs spread open, bare on the counter. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth with a groan as I take my time looking at her. Every inch of her pussy is swollen and pink, thighs trembling, still sensitive. And so fucking wet for me.

“You look so fucking sweet like this,” I murmur. I grip the back of her knees and pull her legs wider, spreading her until there’s no modesty left between us. She’s panting now, her face red, hands gripping the edge of the counter. The bright sun gives her dark hair an almost golden hue around her, making her look even more like an angel.

I lift my hand, curl two fingers under her chin, and tilt her face up.

Let’s see how much she’s willing to do for me.

“Look,” I say.

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