He knelt, his hands roaming over my bare ass, pulling my cheeks apart. The hot, wet sensation of his tongue licking along my crack had my knees buckling, I would have toppled over if he hadn’t been holding on to me.
My groan was drowned out by another cheer from the crowds.
“Put your palms against the wall.”
I did as I was ordered.
His fingers journeyed round to the front of my body, slipping between my thighs until he found exactly what he was looking for.
“Fuuck. You’re sopping. Your pussy is so desperate for me she’s been crying. She knows you belong to me. When will you admit you do too, Mrs. Michaelson? When will you realize you’re mine?”
I could hear his words, could hear him speaking, but I couldn’t make sense of anything he was saying; the lazy pace he was taking to ghost back and forth over my clit was quickly driving me to madness.
“When you go back and sit down with the others, you’re going to have to keep your legs crossed so no one sees how wet you are for me. How much you’ve been dripping for me.”
His fingers were still hovering over my clit; the tease of pressure was almost too much. A steady beat of tiny pulses wereundulating deep inside me but I needed more, so much more. I needed nothing less than an explosion.
“Penn… please…”
“Tell me what she wants.”
“You. She wants you.” My staccato voice bounced off the concrete and I nearly wept when his fingers stilled.
“Nah uh. That’s not enough. What does she want?”
I’d never spoken for my vagina before, but I was frantic to do whatever it took if it meant this torture would end. “She wants your cock. She wants you inside her, she wants you, she wants to feel every last drop of your cum shooting inside her.”
The sharp intake of breath behind me told me I’d got it right this time.
“Good girl.”
There was a brief shuffling, the sound of buttons popping through denim, foil ripping, and then I felt it; hard and silky like a velvet encased steel pipe, slipping through my arousal. I couldn’t move. He had me pinned in, trapped by a denim prison around my knees allowing my legs to only move apart a fraction of what I wanted; which was exactly what he wanted.
My head fell back onto his shoulder and he swallowed my cry as he plunged into me in one swift move, stretching me out until I was almost too full to breathe. Until the tightness was practically unbearable. He gave me no reprieve to get used to the sensation before another vicious thrust pushed me hard against the wall.
“You’re mine, Lowe. There’s no way you can deny it when you take my cock as good as this.”
Within seconds, the tiny pulses had built into ripples, until full blown waves were surging through me, preparing to crash with a final breach that would destroy me. His cock swelled more with each slam forward until the smooth rhythm becamenothing but erratic, pulling all the way out before driving back and building more power with every return.
Finally, too soon, his fingers bore down on my clit, shoving me so hard over the edge I didn’t recognize the noise that escaped me, though I knew my vocal chords were bruised. A deep growl ripped through the air as Penn spasmed behind me, breathlessly moaning while his cock punched hard inside me, the sensations keeping my own orgasms going for almost longer than I could bear.
I knew my back was soaked with our sweat, I could feel the heat of our bodies steaming the air as we both returned to earth. I rested my cheek against the cooling concrete wall as the heaving in our chests subsided.
I didn’t know how long we’d been gone, and I didn’t care. I didn’t want to leave.
Finally, the silence was broken by more than the cheering and hollering above us.
“You’re all my fantasies come true, Lowe. Fucking the woman of my dreams, while my team is playing, under my club. Youaremine. You belong to me and I’m never giving you up.”
I was helpless to argue. I had nothing left.
He’d taken everything and given me something better in return.
Him.
Chapter 57
“Hi, it’s Penn Shepherd, again. Please call me back. I would really like to talk to you.”
