Page 18 of On a Fault Line

“What? No, I’m not.” Her face changes, letting me in on the little secret.

Taking my finger, I trail it along her slit. “Tsk-tsk. Someone’s a liar.”

I press the tip into her entrance, reveling in how her wall of muscles clenches at my intrusion. Her responsiveness is what lures me in, but it’s her innocence that forces me to take my time.

I push enough to cover my first knuckle.

Arching her back, Penny lets out a moan.

Thrusting in the rest of the way, I get my finger saturated with her juices before pulling out completely.

Holding my glistening finger up to her, I show it off.

“How does it feel to have spent the last twenty-two years with your body, but I just needed two minutes to completely own it?”

“Quit being so smug,” she bites out.

“Now, now, sweet Penny. No need to get an attitude. It’s not like you aren’t reaping the benefits of being wrapped around my finger.” I hold it at her mouth, hovering over her lips. “Open that defiant mouth of yours and suck off your arousal.” My tone is gravelly. “Now.”

I watch as a blush hits her porcelain white cheeks. But she complies, opening that sassy mouth of hers to let me in.

Her tongue works its magic, and it’s me who moans this time, which seems to only give her more confidence.

Playing with the tip of my finger with her teeth, Penny lets me know that she has some tricks up her sleeves after all.

What a surprise she is…

For a man who values predictability and my impeccable instincts, I never would have predicted the turn of events over the last forty-eight hours.

“Don’t miss a drop,” I warn, sliding my finger in deeper to test her gag reflex.

When she starts to cough and her eyes water, I give her a second to breathe through the discomfort before sliding out.

“Soon, you’ll have a lot more than my finger pounding into the back of your throat.”

Penny hums, and I can’t quite figure out if it’s from nerves or excitement.

I can’t wait to see how hot she looks with my dick sliding down her throat. I wonder how much she can take before she starts to choke and plead with her eyes for air.

Adjusting my hard-on in my boxers, I smile as Penny’s eyes are drawn to the outline.

Soon.

I have business to conduct first.

“You okay?” I check in.

“Just distracted by your naked torso and your pretty ink.”

“There could be worse things to pull your attention.”

Sliding off the bed, I go into the bathroom to get a bowl of hot water and some shaving cream meant for an occasion as special as this one. If I’m going to do this, I better not cut any corners.

“I need you to bend your knees and push your heels back to your ass cheeks. Relax your thighs so you look like a mounted butterfly.” I fold up a towel into layers. “Now lift your hips.” I then smooth out the cloth to not have wrinkles underneath her. “There. You can lower.”

Dampening a fresh washcloth, I glide it over Penny’s core, careful not to squeeze out any water.

I then apply some moisturizing gel cream that foams up when applied, wiping the excess off onto one of the towels.

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