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“I want you to free your brain of any thought other than the one where I own your entire body. You have one purpose right now and that’s to be my little fuck doll. Don’t think about talking. Don’t think about moving. Just relax and enjoy the ride. I am making up for lost time.”

Spreading her pussy lips, I examine Penny up close, making her squirm under my scrutiny. I love when she’s vulnerable to my wishes. It’s in these moments where she submits to me just a little bit more that I feel the closest to her.

We are peeling back each other’s layers, baring our hearts, and attaching strings that will be impossible to break ever again.

Settling my face between her legs, I flatten my tongue and go to work at tasting every inch of her pussy and enjoying the guttural moans breaking through the ball gag pressed into her defiant mouth.

I keep my movements lazy, like I have all the time in the world to please her.

And I do.

Because I no longer want a one-hundred-day commitment. I want forever with this girl. And even then, it won’t be long enough.

“Mmmph…”

When I think she’s going to explode over my tongue, I pull away and crawl up her body, chuckling at her growl of disapproval.

Staring into her eyes, I push just the tip of my cock into her, and hover there at the end of my insanity. I want her. But I want to send a message to her loud and clear that there will never be anyone else for me but her.

Bending forward, I kiss around her ball gag, feeling the softness of her lips.

Then I slide my cock all the way in without much preparation. She is that slick.

Using just one hand, I remove her gag and savor her sweet sounds of surrender as I fuck her into ecstasy.

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COLLINS

“You made us late.”

“It’s not my fault you were all tied up with things to do.” I resist laughing.

Penny sighs. “It was most definitely your fault, Collins.”

“Next time, come a little faster.”

“We aren’t going to find a parking spot. And the popcorn concessions will probably have run out by now, at least of the good flavors. I’ll probably have to run to make up for lost time and then get blisters again that will fill up with pus by the time the night is over and be squirting out all over the sidewalk for everyone to step in. Someone will slip and fall, sue me for all I’m worth, and then I’ll forever feel guilty for them spending the rest of their life in a wheelchair.”

I look over at Penny who can’t stop fidgeting in the passenger seat. “That is quite the visual. Anything else to add?” I laugh. “I feel like you’re on a roll now.”

She turns in her seat glaring. “And I’m sure we missed the opening act.”

“Why must you have so little faith in me?”

“Because you chose giving me orgasms over prioritizing this epic concert I waited like half a year for.”

“Why limit yourself when you can enjoy orgasms and the concert?” I challenge, feeling extra logical.

“It would have been best just to give me those orgasms at the concert and save a whole hell of a lot of time.”

“You do like public intimacy,” I point out. My sweet princess has a dirty side for sure.

“Don’t sweeten what I want with flowery words. I want to be railed and taken advantage of by you inanysetting—public or private. I’m not picky.”

I smile brightly as I turn on the road for the Japanese Garden. It feels like we are coming full circle, and maybe in a way we are. Penny has that effect on me of making me see the sentiment behind normal everyday things. She’s turned me into a sap who now might consider himself partially romantic.

Maybe.

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