Page 109 of Oblivion

Penny clung to the far edge of the mattress while laugh-yelling,“Nooooo.No tickling! No! No tickling!”

You can bet your ass I dug my fingers in a little harder, loving that she’d revealed her ticklish spot.

Her legs thrashed around and connected with my thighs and torso. Lowering my hands to her hips, I easily flipped her onto her back, then snagged both her ankles. It wasn’t until I’d tugged her ass to the edge of the mattress and held her ankles up by my shoulders, that I stilled and gulped.

Memories of fucking her in this position came roaring back, and the absence of her laugh told me she was taking the same trip down memory lane.

She tugged slightly, but I held tight, torn between the obvious arousal aching under my shorts and my morals.

“What are you doing?” Penny breathed out.

“I don’t fucking know,” I whispered back, gazing down at her as my entire body ignited.

Need burned through my system and buckled my knees. They crashed onto the edge of the mattress either side of Penny’s hips, and I groaned when my erection brushed her core.

Damn those tiny sleep shorts for being the barrier, as well as the tease.

“We can’t,” I hissed, more so for my own sake than hers.

“Then stop making me want you so bad it aches down there.”

I cursed and gripped her ankles harder. “We shouldn’t.”

Her whispered reply made me falter. “I really want to.”

“Christ, you’re making this easier and harder all at the same time.”

Looking me in the eye, she gripped the edge of the bed and wriggled closer until her ass nestled firmly against my aching dick. With her intentions abundantly clear, my resolve began to crack.

I smoothed my hands over her calf muscles, propping each ankle on my shoulders as I went. I circled her knees, then ran my hands along her thighs—my fingertips greedily seeking the softest skin between them.

Penny’s breath grew shallower the closer I got to her heat. Her breathless whimper tightened the invisible belt around my lungs, leaving me fighting for every inhale.

Blinded by the pent-up lust that had been compiling since the day we found her, I gripped her hips and anchored her while indulging in one, ball-achingly slow thrust.

“Fuuuuck.” The single word came strained and gritty, and left a searing burn behind as if it were barbed. “I want you so bad, but I can’t have you.”

She reached for the tip of my dick and rubbed it through my shorts. “I’d give myself to you any way you wanted. I haven’t been with anyone else since Vegas, and I need it.”

A tortured groan got the better of me. Neither had I, and the lure of her sweet temptation was impossible to resist any longer.

While Penny continued to tease the end of my erection, I reached between us and ran my knuckles over the covered apex between her legs. A breathy gasp tumbled from her mouth, then another when I grazed my thumb over the same spot. She squirmed under my touch, and arched off the bed.

Slowly pushing under the edge of her little sleep shorts, a groan caught in my throat when my fingers met her slick arousal.

“Fuck, I want you,” I hissed again.

With my erection aching painfully and my fingers teasing her entrance, I threw my head back and prayed for mercy.

My head snapped forward when Penny removed one leg from my shoulder, opening herself further to me. I grazed my fingers over her clit and pushed my thumb into her as far as I could.

Breathless panting filled the air as I worked in and out of her, spreading her arousal over her engorged clit. She writhed and twisted, chanted mindless curses, all while I lost myself in her pleasure.

When her long, drawn-out moan filled the air, I broke. Completely and utterly obliterated.

I recoiled long enough to kick off my shorts and underwear, then tore hers down her legs with blind impatience. It had literally been months since she came on my dick, and her squirting was still a memory I treasured. The sight was long overdue.

With one hand working up and down my length, I returned my thumb to her clit and brought her pleasure back to life.

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