Page 126 of The Games We Play
I groaned, positioning myself between her thighs, one hand braced by her head while the other guided me to her entrance. I dragged my tip through her wetness, just enough to tease, to make her squirm and curse under her breath.
“Mac,” she warned, hips bucking.
I pushed in an inch, then pulled out.
Her eyes snapped open, pleading. “Please.”
That word from her lips? Fuck.
With one thrust, I buried myself deep. Stretching her. Filling her completely.
We both gasped—like we’d just come up for air after drowning.
“Goddamn,” I growled, holding still as her walls clenched around me. “You feel like heaven, Pen.”
She clutched at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as I pulled back and thrust again. Harder. Deeper. Setting a rhythm that had the bedframe knocking the wall behind us with every movement.
Penny met every thrust with a roll of her hips, her body clinging to mine like she was made to take me. Our breaths came out ragged, heavy, the room thick with heat and want.
“You’re mine,” I said through gritted teeth, eyes locked on hers.
“Yours,” she panted, voice wrecked with need.
I lowered my mouth to her chest, pulling one pierced nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, feeling her shudder beneath me.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled, the way she held her breath before each moan escaped.
“Come for me again,” I demanded, biting her gently before kissing up to her mouth. “Let go, Trouble.”
She arched beneath me, body tensing. Her hands fisted in the sheets as her orgasm ripped through her, raw and beautiful. She cried out my name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
That did it.
I slammed into her once, twice more, before I came hard, growling into her neck as I spilled inside her, every muscle locked tight, holding onto her like I’d never let go.
We stayed tangled, skin to skin, our hearts thudding in perfect sync.
She cupped my cheek, brushing her thumb across the stubble there.
“I never stopped wanting you,” she whispered.
My throat closed around the lump her words pulled up.
“Good,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Because I’ve never once stopped being yours.”
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PENNY
Stretching my arms over my head, I arched my back with a soft sigh, the stiffness in my muscles easing just a little. The bed was warm, the blankets cocooning me like I was a butterfly about to emerge from a long slumber.
I felt recharged, clear-headed, and light in a way I hadn’t felt in ages. I’d slept like the dead, blissfully unaware of anything beyond the heat of the man beside me.
After round one, Mac and I both passed out, tangled in each other’s arms, laughter still clinging to the air. But somewhere in the middle of the night, I’d woken to the delicious feel of Mac’s hard length pressed against my ass and just like that, round two had begun.
That second time… he’d wrecked me. Slow, deep, unrelenting.
Even now, my body hummed from the memory, muscles deliciously sore. I couldn’t stop touching him, couldn’t get enough, like we were clawing our way back to what we’d lost. But even with the hunger, there was something more I craved.
