Page 82 of Penalty Shot

“I do.” She snorts incredulously but it turns into a sigh when I duck my head under the fabric and suck hard at those tits.

My lips find a path downward, gliding over her belly button before pulling at the black leggings. She’s wearing those white panties with the pink bow at the center. I press my mouth against her wet cunt, moving the fabric against her clit.

“Fuck,” she moans. “You feel so good, Randall.”

“Should be inside you by now, baby,” I mumble while continuing to lick and press against her folds. “Say it.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

I grip her ass so hard, it might leave a mark

“I mean yes, sir,” she pants. “Please, will you fuck me for breakfast?”

In one smooth motion, I pull off her panties and lift her on the counter. Hooking my arms under her legs, I bring her to the edge where my erection peeks over the elastic waist of my sweatpants.

Fingers fumble to free my cock. When we’re lined up, I slip smoothly to the hilt.

If I thought yesterday was overwhelming, this morning is another level of passion. I’m wrapped in her heat, unable to stop myself from seeking the depths of her soaked center. So slippery. So tight.

“Why do you feel this good, Elise? There’s nothing like it. You’re made for me, baby.”

I feel her body clench, and her eyes roll back as if my words carry her to another level of pleasure.

“Oh my god, Randall, there. There, oh god,” she rambles and heaves.

I take a delicious breast in my mouth and move her further off the counter so her entire weight is on my groin. My muscles straining, I bounce her roughly to deepen our contact. She screams my name.

The satisfaction of feeling her cunt pulse and her head fall back in ecstasy makes me feel like a man. Her man.

“Couldn’t wait till I brought you food to get your fill, huh, Elise. Needed this cock so badly, you ran home as soon as you knew I was awake.”

“I did, because I needed to be sure.”

She kisses me hard, our tongues delving. Kissing her is life, but I pull away because her words are puzzling.

“Be sure about what, baby?” I ask, changing my rhythm to grinding swirls while I work her clit.

“That you were still here. Last night was like a dream and I needed to be sure.”

Even as her mouth is agape with the promise of another orgasm, her eyes tell another story. One of vulnerability and doubt.

She’s not sure I would be here? Fuck that.

“I’ll say it a hundred times if that’s how often you need to hear it, Elise,” I say while picking up speed and flicking her clit. “I’m not only here, baby. I’m here to fucking stay. Do you understand?”

Her hands clench as her cunt clamps around me and it’s too much. Too much. I begin thrusting more earnestly.

“I said, do you understand? I want to be with you, Elise.”

“Me too, me too,” she mumbles. “Oh my god, Randall.”

“That’s it, come for me.”

She does and I can no longer hold back. Colors dance at the edges of my vision and heat pools in my groin. Pummeling insideher over and over, coaxing more bliss from both our bodies, I explode.

I’m not sure how long our sweaty bodies remain entangled on a kitchen counter, but it’s long enough that she shivers slightly.

Elise is cold and uncomfortable. Unacceptable.