Page 84 of Major Penalty

“You wanted to see it better,” he says, his eyes dark and unrelenting. “Are my clothes in the way?”

He knows exactly what I want, what I crave, but he’s making me say it, beg for it. My eyes dart to the fading bruise peeking above the waistband of his sweats, and I swallow hard.

“Yes,” I choke out. “I have to take a better look,” I add, biting my lip at my own words. He’s pulling a version of me out that I didn’t even know was there.

And I can see the desire in his eyes. The cold satisfaction that comes from knowing he’s driving me to the edge.

With his left hand, he grabs the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulls them down.

Every muscle in my body tenses as I watch. I can see the outline of his cock through his sweatpants, huge and hard. My eyes are drawn to it, the sight of him making me feel hungry and desperate for it. My fingers are itching to reach up and do it faster. His grip on my hair never loosens, keeping me in place, forcing me to take in everything he gives me. He pulls on his waistband, and his cock springs free.

I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes widening as I take in the sight of him. He’s huge, thick, and long, veined and leaking precum already. My mouth waters, my tongue dying to find out what he tastes like.

I can’t look away. My whole body is alive with need, but I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know if I’m supposed to stroke him first or lick him, or a combination of the two.

His eyes hold mine as he pulls me closer, his cock brushing against my lips, teasing me with the mere idea of what’s to come.

“You missed it, didn’t you?” he asks, his fingers tightening in my hair. I nod, my throat too tight to speak. “Words, Irene,” he growls, and the command sends a jolt of heat straight to my core. My hand moves on its own, reaching for him, but he catches my wrist before I can touch.

I look up at him, knowing what he wants to hear.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I missed it so much.”

“Did you miss me?” he asks again, and this time, there’s no playfulness to his tone. He’s genuinely asking me if I missed him, not just his body. And the answer is simple.

“I did.” I nod once, and look up at him. “A lot.”

He hums, satisfied, and his hand slides from my hair to my throat, his thumb brushing against my pulse point.

“And I missed you,” he says. “A lot.” There’s something in his eyes that’s almost… pained. It makes me want to reach up and run my hand over his cheek, to bring him closer and show him what he means to me. But before I get the chance, he tucks himself back in his sweatpants, making me groan out in protest.

“Do you think it’s fair for me to be half-naked while you’re still fully dressed?” he asks, his tone deceptively soft. I shake my head, my breath coming in short pants.

“No,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Me neither,” he purrs, and my stomach clenches. “Unbutton your top.”

My hands shake as I reach for the top button of my blouse, fumbling with the tiny pearl. I manage to undo the first two, but I stop, my cheeks flaming. Without saying a word, he knows what I’m thinking.

“If I do it, I’ll rip the whole fucking thing off.” He chuckles. “So, unless you want to walk around with your tits out all day, you better do it yourself,” he adds, his voice a warning.

I nod, completely transfixed by the possessive edge in his tone. My fingers tremble as I undo the next button. His eyes burn into mine, watching every movement.

“That’s enough,” he says when I pop the third pearl. He reaches for me and tugs my bra down, freeing my breasts. I gasp, the cool air hitting my skin as he lets go of my bra, which only pushes my breasts up for him even more.

His eyes rake over me.

“Do you have any idea how stunning you are?” he asks, his thumb running over my bottom lip. “I wonder what Coach Brown would say if he walked in right now,” he asks, his voice teasing. My eyes widen, and I freeze, panic seizing me at the thought of my father seeing us. My head snaps towards the door. I can’t… my father would never look at me the same way again.

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

Ares tilts his head to the side, his dark eyes gleaming and dangerous. He bends down and brushes his lips against my ear.

“Go ahead. Lock the door before someone walks in.” His breath is hot on my skin.

He straightens and steps back, nodding toward the door. I scramble to my feet, my legs weak and shaky. I hurry to it, fumbling with the lock until I hear the click that seals us in.

I turn back to him and freeze. He’s standing there, his stance wide, his gaze locked on me, and his cock back in his hand.

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