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“Next time,” I rasped. “I will take my time, but right now I need to be inside of you.”

The slit in the dress prevented me from moving between her legs. My hands trail down the emerald green fabric. My smirk turned into a wicked smile.

“Don’t tell Zeeta I ripped your dress.” The sound of tearing material moves through the bathroom. Leaving her exposed, and vulnerable to my touch. Stepping back into her space I grip the locs at the nape of her neck. My other hand finds her panties and tugs them to the side.

With hurried fingers she unbuckles my belt and pulls my cock out of my pants.

I grip the back of her head, our foreheads rests against each other’s. With panting breath I whisper against her lips. “Tell me you want this.”

Her small soft hands stroke the length of my cock. “I want this.”

With one sharp pull, I tear her underwear away. For a brief moment our gaze drops as I paint her pussy entrance with my cock. Watching as I slide the tip of my cock in. I can feel her pussy juices coating me.

“Eyes on me, Treasure.”

Penny lifts her head. Her gaze, wide, doe-like locking with mine, with a swift thrust I enter her.

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PENNY

My eyes never leave Tarek’s. One hand braces against the sink, the other is wrapped around his neck pulling us closer. With each thrust, he hits places inside of me I didn’t know existed. Opening something raw and primal in me. His hand grips my hips firmly, pulling me to the edge of the sink as he pounds into me.

“I have been waiting on this all day,” he growls. “This warm pussy is home for me.”

This wasn’t just sex, Tarek was making love to me. Slowly he was chipping away at my walls that I spent so long mentally fortifying. A moan rises at the back of my throat. I hold it back remembering that I am still at my best friend’s wedding.

“Nah, Treasure. Don’t hold it in. We both know you can be louder. Let them know Penny. Let them know who the fuck you belong to.”

My pussy spasms around him. “Tarek,” I breathe, the word escaping in a half moan. Everything is unravelling; my emotions, the feel of him, his thrust…it’s all too much.

“You’re taking it like a good girl,” he rasps, his tone is dark and commanding. “No, no. Don’t pull away you can fucking take it.” Tarek’s rhythm becomes harder and deeper. His fingers dig into my flesh as he lifts my butt off the sink. Before I realize what’s happening, he has me pinned against the wall, my legs instantly wrap around his waist.

“Tarek, please I need...” My words tumble out of my mouth.

“I can’t hear you, Treasure.” His lips hover over my ear. “Tell me what you want, baby?”

“I need to come, please.” I am gasping for air, my hands cupping his face, holding the gaze of his stormy silver eyes.

A wicked smile curves his lips as his thrust intensifies. “You look so pretty when you beg.” He smiles softly.

“I love you Penelope Holt,” he says his voice cracking with raw emotions.

My eyes brim with tears as my orgasm builds. He is everything I want but I can’t have. My heart breaks with the knowledge that this will be our last night together. I hold his gaze, leaning forward I kiss him softly. “I love you so much, Tarek Fairisles.”

“Fuck!” he screams. His pounding falters, but he picks it back up again. It’s desperate and raw. “C’mon, finish for me.”

“Tarek, I love you.” My orgasm tears through me.

Tarek groans, thrusting harder, as he reaches his climax, his body stiffens before he trembles in me.

“I fucking love you. Never leave me.” He shudders as his lips finds mine once more, sealing me to a promise that I know I cannot keep.

ChapterFourteen

Ilyana

Ihave a dream, and from that dream I have devised a plan. After all plans are dreams in motion.

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