Page 75 of The Penalty

We get to spend a few days just the two of us before we head to Atlanta for New Year’s. I have to fly by myself down to Atlanta, and I’m frustrated to realize that Tyler booked me a first-class ticket instead of just a regular one. I send him a quick text telling him he did not need to do that before I have to turn off my phone.

As much as I want to be mad at him for spending extra money on me when he’s already spent so much, this is my first time flying, and I’m alone. So being in first class is kind of nice for my nerves.

When we land, I shoot Tyler a text letting him know I’m safe. I also text my mom. She was excited about my trip, and I’m glad none of my brothers ruined it by telling her why Tyler got me these tickets. She thinks it’s just a friend’s dad being nice, and I’d like to keep it like that. For now, at least.

Once I’m at the hotel, I see a text from Tyler.

Coach: Don’t make plans for tonight. I want you all to myself.

I keep myself busy until later that evening when there’s a knock at my door. On the other side is Tyler, leaning against the wall, waiting for me to open up. Every single time I see this man, my stomach flip-flops.

“Hey, baby,” he says, and his thumb tilts my chin up for a kiss.

THIRTY

TYLER

“I’ve missed you,” I admit right before I kiss her. I’m so far gone for this woman, it might be a little pathetic. I saw her this morning before I left for my flight, but it never seems to be enough when it comes to her.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kicks the door shut behind me. I booked us two rooms, but I fully intend on being with her both nights of this trip.

I’m pulling my shirt over my head before the door even clicks shut. She yanks her sweater over her head, and our lips are glued together as I lead her toward the bed. She kicks her pants off and is left in little lacy panties. I love it when she wears these for me. I don’t often get to appreciate them. Most of the time, we’re trying to be quick after I sneak into her room and she’s already been in her pajamas for hours.

But tonight, we have all the time in the world, and I want to enjoy the beautiful view in front of me.

“Will you get on your knees for me tonight, baby?” I ask. She’s blown me before, but I always want more.

She smirks as she lowers down in front of me. “I’d love to.”

I run my hands through her hair as she unzips my jeans and tugs them down. She runs her tongue down the length of my already hard cock.

She takes me into her mouth, slowly at first, warming both of us up. When she’s fully coated me, she takes me in until I’m hitting the back of her throat.

“Yes,” I hiss. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

This spurs her on. She pumps me faster, taking me as deep as she can over and over again. It feels so damn good. Too good.

I glance over to see that we’re positioned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. We’re too high up for anyone to see us, but I wish they could. I wish I could claim her in front of the entire world. She’s mine, and I want everyone to know.

When the pleasure builds deep in my bones, I hold her head still before I blow in her mouth. “Lay down on the bed, McKenzie. I want to see how wet you are just from sucking my cock.”

She strips out of her underwear and lays down on the bed, spreading her legs wide just like I like her to.

I run my finger through her core. “Always ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask her. She’s never been shy about telling me what she wants from me.

“Eat me, please,” she begs.

Grabbing her legs, I pull her toward the end of the bed and drop to my knees. I suck her clit into my mouth and watch as her back arches off the bed.

“Tyler,” she calls out.

I insert a finger into her, then another, and finger fuck her while I lick her clit. She grabs at my hair, at the bed sheets, anything she can. I love that I make her lose her mind when she’s with me.

I slide a third finger inside of her, something I’ve never done but that I know she can take.