Page 127 of On a Fault Line

Pulling himself off me, he spits on my pussy, and before I can recover from the shock of that surprisingly intimate act, he then slides two fingers inside. He knows just where to probe and press, but he seems to tragically—and I suspect,purposely—miss the spot.

“You are not to come. Do you understand?”

What kind of sick game of fuckery is this? “What? Are you just bitter I beat you at family games?”

Collins draws his eyebrows together. “We were on the same team.”

“Well, we definitely are on different teams right now.”

My inner walls clench, trying to suck his fingers in deeper. If I can just move this way, maybe I can…

Like a phantom, he’s gone. And I am empty.

Deprived.

And trembling with unfulfilled need.

Then he?—

“Ouch!”

Pain radiates through my pussy. Before I can slam my thighs together for protection, Collins is on me, eating me like I’m his last meal.

He’s pressing his face into my core so determinedly that the back of my head hits the mirror, jostling it.

In the heat of the moment, I somehow slide down the vanity and manage to now scrape my spine against the rough edges.

Splayed out on the floor in my parents’ bathroom, I surrender the only way I know how and submit to Collins as he feasts on me. The whole time, his hands hold my knees apart, giving me no other choice but to absorb every morsel of attention he wants to gift to me.

My whole body convulses as an orgasm so powerful pulses through me, gaining speed, and ultimately sending me over the edge of no return.

Tears flood out of my eyes, as I can’t do anything but keep them tightly squeezed.

“What just happened?” I whisper-choke, genuinely confused if I actually lived that euphoria or if I’m stuck in some drunken fog.

Kneeling up, Collins towers over me. He keeps my legs spread, eyeing me with what, I’m not quite sure. But then, sticking out his tongue, he bends one leg and licks from knee to pussy, while tugging my entire body off the ground so he has access.

By the time he repeats the same process on the second leg, I’m melting even more.

“You were given one rule, Penelope.”

“Hmm?” What is he even talking about?

“You were not tocome.”

I start to giggle, but then stop when I realize he isn’t joking. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I most definitely was clear with my expectations. You just decided that your desire for release trumped my desire for you to have a solid punishment.”

“So now what?”

“Funny you should ask.”

Helping us both up off the floor, he places me back onto the vanity. Then he slides a hand into the pocket of his swim shorts and pulls out a shimmery pink…

What is that?

Collins…

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