Page 125 of The Games We Play
“Five,” she moaned.
“Mm-hmm.” I leaned over her, my chest brushing her back as I reached around and cupped one breast, teasing her nipples. “You sound so sweet when you’re obedient.”
She let out a whimper and pushed back against me, seeking more contact.
I tossed the belt to the floor. She’d had enough of that for now. My hand smoothed down her spine, slow and reverent, before slipping between her legs.
“Dripping,” I murmured against the shell of her ear. “You like being my good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation, breath shaky.
I slipped a finger inside her— slow, deep. She clenched around me instantly.
Then another.
And another.
She cried out as I worked her perfect pussy. I grinned, curling my fingers just right as I whispered, “That’s it. Let go for me.”
I worked her with deliberate rhythm, using my other hand to grip her hip and keep her steady. She was trembling beneathmy body, still pressed against her back, every moan a drug that pushed me closer to my edge.
When she came, she shattered—back arched, voice echoing off the walls as her body clamped around my fingers.
“That’s it, scream my name. Who’s making you come, Penelope?”
“Fuck, Mac!”
With one more shove, her body collapsed.
I pulled out gently, licking her release from my knuckles as I stepped back.
“You’re not done,” I said. “Not even close.”
With a light slap to her ass, I helped her stand, then lifted her.
Her legs dangled over my arms, her grip around my neck as her lips sought mine with a desperate hunger.
I carried her to the bed and laid her down in the center, spreading her out like a gift.
My knees hit the mattress, and I leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her lips, then her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach.
When I looked up, she was staring at me, pupils blown, lips parted, skin flushed and glistening.
“Ride or die, right?” I said, my voice rough.
“Every damn time,” she whispered.
And then I showed her just how far I was willing to go.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my jeans, watching her eyes widen as I shoved them down, followed by my boxers. My cock sprang free, thick and painfully hard, already slick at the tip from how worked up she had me.
Penny’s gaze locked on it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips like she was starving for me.
“You want this?” I asked, voice low, jaw clenched as I crawled over her.
Her legs parted on instinct, inviting me in.
“I always wanted you,” she whispered, breathless. “Only you.”
