This man who balances domination and affection as if he was given the exact recipe to my libido. When I need to be manhandled, he does it. When I seek reassurance, he gives it. When I’m scared, he calms me. Protects me.
I won’t survive without him.
But I might only get one night.
I’ll worry about a potential goodbye tomorrow.
Tonight, I’ll think of nothing but giving myself to Penn.
My body. My soul. My heart.
And praying he doesn’t shatter the latter.
CHAPTER 6
Penn
Lord help me, I’m stiff as a board climbing the steps to Jenna’s trailer, her ass swaying side to side five inches from my face. The skirt rode up when I carried her out of the bar with those wet dream legs hugging my waist and she hasn’t bothered to fix it, giving me a view of her tight cheeks from beneath. The silky pink thong separating them. I’m giving myself one night to live this fantasy, aren’t I? Yeah. No choice. I can’t stay away…and that freedom I’ve allowed myself causes me to snap while she’s unlocking her trailer door, pushing the skirt up and burying my ugly face between the buns that have been personal trained within an inch of their life, baring my teeth and reveling there like an animal. And wouldn’t you know it? Her asshole smells like fucking candy.
Jenna whimpers and drops her keys.
“Pick them up,” I pant, knowing my demand comes with a risk.
Sure enough, when she bends over to pick up the keys, I’m given deeper access to the heaven that is Jenna Fairchild’s ass…and I have to bear down with all my might to keep from exploding like a teenager in my pants, even as I sniff everything I can reach, grunting like a warthog, my hands climbing the backs of her thighs to draw those cheeks apart as much as possible, the tilt of her hips showing off her pussy now, too.
“Goddamn, this thong is soaked.” I tuck a finger under the saturated material, pull down and let it snap up against the lips of her cunt, flooded with heat when she sobs hungrily, her knees turning to air. But I surge to my full height, catching her against me, before she can fall. “Maybe it’s your pussy that wants the spanking,” I say into her hair.
She tilts her head back all the way, moonlight spilling across her fallen angel face. Down her throat to her juicy little tits. “I don’t know what I want,” she murmurs, biting her lip. “You have to show me.”
Now, it’s my turn to almost collapse, because the honor of what she’s handing me is so heavy. So much more than I deserve. “I’m going to be firm with you, Jenna. But I’m also going to treat you like a princess.”
Her eyes flutter closed, and she arches more, plumping her tits in the neckline of her tank top. “Y-yes. Yes, please.”
My neglected balls throb with a warning. “Open the door before your body makes me come all over these steps.”
She nods, her breath shallow while doing what she’s told.
I pant after her ass into the pink trailer, reluctantly stopping to lock the door, my gaze glued to Jenna as she strips off her tank top, turning to give me the full view of her high, rosy tipped breasts, a shy, but excited blush spreading along her cheekbones. “Will you take your shirt off for me, too, Penn?”
My fingers are working the buttons free before she finishes making the request. If she asked me for the sun, I’d doeverything in my power to trap it in a jar for her. “I don’t have a sexy body to look at. Not like yours.”
A shudder rocks her as I’m peeling the flannel off my shoulders, letting the garment drop. “I strongly disagree,” she whispers. “You’re what a real man looks like.” My heart is pounding in my throat, watching as she kneels on the small, pink, built-in couch. Facing away from me, she bends forward and braces her hands on the arm of the furniture. Thighs splayed, her upturned ass offered to me like a meal. “I’m ready for my spanking, Daddy.”
How many times can I hold back the tide of sperm hanging between my legs?
I don’t have the answer to that. I can only stumble forward like a man who has been offered water after braving the desert, skimming my palms over her butt in wonder. “How in God’s name are you real, Jenna?” I knead her buns, and she pushes them into my grip with a hitched breath, wordlessly asking for more, while I marvel over the tautness of her flesh, the slim, pale, tan line that runs down the center of her cheeks.
Her thong is so drenched that it drip, drip, drips her need onto the couch, the cadence increasing with every rough massage of my hands.
“Hell, I can’t spank you, baby. You’re too good of a girl.”
“I am?” she asks, flipping her hair over one shoulder to look at me with hope, with vulnerability—and I know I’m making the right call. Maybe there are times where shewouldneed a firm hand, but tonight isn’t one of them. Not after being scared in the bar. Not after being surrounded by abusive vultures for so long.
Nah, she needs the princess treatment tonight.
“You’re so good, getting this wet for me.” I plant a knee on the couch behind her, drawing her hot, young ass backward into my lap. “If you weren’t a virgin, I’d slam you just like this. Deep and meaty.” I tilt my hips and roll them, yanking her tighterto me at the same time. “You’d have to replace the upholstery on this couch afterward, I’d drop so much filthy come between these golden thighs.”
She makes a strangled sound and attempts to squeeze her legs together, but I don’t allow that. No, I hold them open and watch the moisture coat her inner thighs, her sides shuddering in and out. “P-P-Penn.”
