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Story: The Penalty Player

I know why, but why did I do those things for him in the first place?

Becca pulls away with a wide smile and twinkling eyes. “That was the best kiss I’ve ever had.”

“Better than earlier?”

“Yeah.”

Sliding my hands down to the small of her back, I ask, “Can you tell me why?” I need for her to voice what she’s feeling. She needs to know that I want all of her, even the things she’s kept tucked away.

She gives me a closed-lipped smile and breathes out through her nose. Dennis did a number on her. He took a confident, happy, caring, beautiful woman and treated her like she was undesirable, and I see the trepidation on her face.

“Because it felt real. That you want me for more than sex.”

My cheeks hurt from smiling. “Sunshine, every emotion I feel for you is real. And if you don’t want to have sex for months, I can go without. If it makes you believe how real this is for me, I’ll wait.”

“Won’t that be hard?” she asks, tipping her head.

I press my groin into her torso. “Extremely hard.” She releases a sexy giggle. “But you’re worth any hoop you want me to jump through.”

She taps her finger against her lips. “This could be fun.”

“So much fun.” I move my head slightly from side to side. “It’s late. Do you want to sleep with me again?”

“Yes, I’ll get my pajamas on.”

She opens the dresser drawer, taking out something pink, and heads into the bathroom. I hear her brushing her teeth. I love it when she spits a little “pff” noise. I take the moment to push the twin beds together, then take a few exercise bands I use to stretch from my duffel bag and tie them together. I wrap one end around one mattress, stretching it until I have it around both beds to hold them together. The flat sheet goes over top,then I fold the white fluffy comforters at the end of the now-queen-sized bed.

As I admire my resourcefulness, she returns from the bathroom wearing a bubble-gum pink long tank top that hits just below her ass. Her skin is bronzed from our day on the beach, beckoning me like a lighthouse calling a ship home.

“Sunshine, that’s not pajamas; that’s a tease. How am I supposed to keep the promise I just made?”

“I don’t recall asking you to.” She looks at the bed, trailing her fingers over the bed sheet. “It would be a shame for all your hard work to go to waste.”

She sinks a knee into the bed, then the other, looking sinfully sweet on her knees. In less than a second, my pants are off, and I’m ripping off my shirt.

“And I definitely don’t wantthatto go unused,” she says as her tongue swipes between her lips, staring at the bulge in my underwear.

How can a girl look so innocent and sexy at the same time? Becca has both in spades.

I lie on the bed and tug her on top of me with one hand on her upper thigh, dangerously close to her pussy. “You’re in control tonight. It’s what you want. But I can’t promise that tomorrow, I won’t have you tied up, spanking you.”

She shudders, and her knees clench against my hips. I sweep my thumb over her panties, and she’s already creaming—just from my words. “Is my girl intrigued?”

Her face reddens, and she darts her eyes away from mine. “Becca, you never need to be embarrassed in front of me. Whether it’s something you want to try or not. It’s always about consent, no matter what we’re doing.”

It’s funny how words make you feel a range of emotions. Want. Need. Ashamed. Bashful. Courageous. Sexy. Happy.

“I might want to experience how that feels,” she says as she presses her center against my hardened length. Then she scootsdown, taking my underwear with her, then crawls back up to me, wet and sliding on over me.

Damn, I love the sound of her getting wetter and the little breaths as my head hits her clit. Her head falls back, exposing the column of her neck. I raise myself up, remove the straps from her shoulders, and take her tits in my hands. Her nipples are drawn tight, begging for me to suck them.

I suck, nibble, and pinch, and she calls out. She grinds on me until her arousal has soaked her panties and runs onto my hips.

Once she catches her breath, I move her on top of my face. But instead of staying there, she turns around. Her ass and center are right above my lips as she takes my hard-as-a-rock dick into her mouth. Involuntarily, my entire body jerks, humming with the energy of a fighter plane.

We suck, slathered with arousal and saliva. I lift her off my face for a moment. “Jesus, Becca, your mouth is wicked. I’m trying to hold off.”

“Don’t hold back. I want to see how long it takes me to get you off?”