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“Fuck, I’m going to come from a fucking handjob,” Penn murmurs with his forehead against mine. “I haven’t done that since high school.”

His hand stills mine, and I pout. “But I want to make you feel good, too.”

He runs a hand along my body when I release him, over the curve of my belly, and between my legs again. “I know a way to make that happen.”

“I want you inside me,” I blurt out.

Penn chuckles. “Me, too, baby,” he says, kissing me again. “Me, fucking, too.”

My legs spread apart as he lines himself up and pushes forward slowly. I was right about how thick he is, and I moan as he stretches me, feeling every inch as he sinks deep. Once fully inside me, he stills to let us both adjust.

“Jesus,” I mutter while his left hand plays with my nipple, shooting desire straight to where we’re connected.

“Is that a good or bad comment?” he asks, his voice husky.

Smiling, I shift my hips, begging him to move. “Good. Very, very good.”

His fingers roll my nipple between them as he thrusts, and each movement is slow and controlled. He almost pulls all the way out before sliding back in, and the rhythm stays steady, deep, and excruciatingly slow.

Excruciating in the best possible way.

His fingers find my clit again, and he rubs slow circles to match the pace. Pleasure builds again, and I push against him to take him as deep as possible. His breathing becomes ragged, and I realize he’s holding himself back.

“Dixie,” he groans. “You feel too damn good.”

Reaching up, I grip his ass and pull him against me. “Faster. Please.”

He leans forward, pressing his chest against mine while bracing on his elbows, and he gives me what I ask for. His hips snap with more force now, and I slide a hand between my legs, rubbing quickly and furiously.

I come, my body clamping around him even as he pummels in and out of me. I cry out, my body trembling, and he kisses my neck. His hips never stop moving, drawing out every last pulse from me.

I expect him to finish, too, but he stills once my tremors ease, and he pulls out carefully to roll onto his back. He guides me to straddle him, and I ease onto him, bracing my hands on his chest. My entire body begins to ache, but I don’t want to stop. I need him. I need this.

His hands grip my waist, helping me keep the rhythm, and his eyes stay locked on mine. I ride him harder, chasing the feeling that’s once again building. My breasts bounce with each movement, and he reaches up to cup them, brushing his thumbs over my hard nipples.

Moving faster, I grind down onto him, and he meets every roll of my hips with an upward thrust. I’m so close. I’m right there. But my orgasm is just out of reach.

“I’m close,” I whine.

“Come for me,” he says. “I want to feel you. See you. Experience you.”

Well, fuck, if that doesn’t do it.

The orgasm rolls through me in long, deep waves again, and my head falls back as I moan his name. My inner walls pulse around him, and he thrusts up hard and fast in an erratic pattern until he spills inside me.

We stay locked together for a few moments as the aftershocks fade, and I collapse forward onto his chest. His arms wrap around me immediately, and one hand gently strokes my back. Once our breathing slowly returns to normal, we separate to lie on our sides, and his fingers trace lazily on my skin.

“You okay?” Penn asks, his voice soft.

“More than okay,” I say. “I feel amazing.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Good. That’s what I wanted.”

I close my eyes, resting my head on his chest as we shift yet again. “You’re more comfortable than I expected.”

Laughing, he runs a hand over my hair. “Thanks?”

“You’re so hard and… muscular. I thought it would feel like resting my head on a rock, honestly.”