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“But you’ve got to stay quiet,” she said, and Penelope wanted to yell at her to keep going, to keep pounding, to make her come over and over until she had nothing left to give.
But that would only have provoked an eyebrow raise, so she mimed zipping her lips shut and throwing away the key.
Rachel shifted so she was sitting upright, the strap rubbing up against Penny’s g-spot and all she could do was drop her head, her mouth buried against Rachel’s neck, and silently scream her way through the renewed thrusts.
At one point, she thought she might black out, and started gasping, rocking back and forth and slipping one hand down between them so that she could rub her clit as Rachel fucked her.
“Look at you,” whispered Rachel in her ear, not letting up for a second. “Taking it for me. All filled up, and ready to be bred. My good little breeding slut.”
Penelope moaned at that, the noise muffled by Rachel’s shoulder, and she bit down as her cunt clenched around the strap.
That had Rachel laughing, the sound mingling with birdsong as the sun shone down on their fucking.
She could feel her pleasure building, all the way down in her toes until shivers ran up and down her legs as well as her spine, and she could feel it even in her fingertips.
“Say it,” said Rachel, her voice a growl. “Say it and I’ll let you come.”
Penelope didn’t need to ask what it was; she knew it. They both knew it, just as they both knew she’d beg the way Rachel wanted her to. “Breed me, Rachel,” she whispered, lifting her head until her lips kissed her girlfriend’s ear. “Fill me with you and make my tits and belly swell. Make me yours until there’s no one else on this earth but you.”
“Fuck, Pen,” swore Rachel, and her hips moved faster, her hands holding Penny in place so she could drive up into her again and again until it was too much, it was all too much, and Penelope came in a wave of pleasure that crashed over her until she almost drowned in it.
She fell forward, loose-limbed, and Rachel caught her, held her as she came apart, sobbing as she let everything else fade away.
“I’ve got you,” said Rachel, over and over. “I’ve got you, my sweet girl. It’s okay, you can let go.”
Eventually, when she stopped trembling, Rachel helped her ease off the strap, and they put it aside, falling back onto the mattress together.
“I want to help you come,” Penny said, but Rachel was kissing her and pulling blankets over them both.
“Not now,” she said. “Right now what I need is your in my arms.”
“I can do that,” said Penelope, snuggling up close. “That was amazing, by the way.”
“You were magnificent,” said Rachel, looking at Penny with something like awe.
She screwed up her face and went to bat away the compliment, but Rachel reached out and cupped Penelope’s face with her hands.
“Don’t dismiss my words, Penny. Youweremagnificent. Youaremagnificent. And I’m lucky enough to see you like that.”
Penelope dropped her head shyly, butting against Rachel’s shoulder with her own, but she didn’t dismiss the compliment this time. Instead, she let it seep into her bones, into the essence of who she was, until she could almost claim the thought as her own.
She was magnificent. She was powerful. Sexy.
How many people could say that they’d been fucked into bliss on a balcony in the beautiful Montana countryside?
“So where are you going to take my magnificence next?”
Rachel paused. “Well, I have some ideas… but it depends on what you think of them.”
“Color me intrigued…”
CHAPTER 38
Rachel
They’d played in public before, not often, but enough that Rachel knew Penelope’s responses and foibles as if they were her own. She knew what she did like and what she didn’t, but this? This might be a step too far.
“How would you feel about me showing off my little hucow?” she asked.
