Dare To Love Series: Daring Ink (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Avery Flynn Page B
Authors: Avery Flynn
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shoulder.
Kneeling behind her, he hooked a forearm underneath hips and yanked her back fast so her ass was right up against his dick, while pressing a palm between her shoulder blades to keep her top half pressed to the bed. “I fucked them like this. Hard. Fast. Deep. Is that what you want, honey? You want my cock that far inside your pussy?”
She tilted her hips so her ass raised another two inches higher. “God yes.”
He lined up his dick with her glistening entrance and pushed forward, getting the head and a few inches into her warm sheath. Fuck. It was good. Almost too good.
“Are you going to scream for me?” he asked. “I have a nosey neighbor who loves to masturbate while she listens to me fuck other chicks. If you don’t scream for me, she can’t get off. You want her to get off don’t you?”
He pushed another few inches in. God, she was tight.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“She couldn’t hear that.” He smacked her ass, leaving a pink handprint. “Louder.”
“Yes,” she screamed.
Another long slow push and he was all the way in her hot, wet pussy. “I’m all the way in. What do you want now?”
She said something but she’d turned her face back into the pillows and it muffled her words.
He started to pull out of her, inching out his cock as she clenched around him, as if trying to keep him in place. “I couldn’t hear you, honey. What do you want?”
“Fuck me, Sawyer,” she cried. “Make me come all over that big dick.”
He’d never heard sweeter words in his whole life. “Whatever you want, honey.”
He pounded into her—forcefully, relentlessly—as she met his every thrust and groaned at his every withdrawal. He stayed with her, fucking her with the intensity of a man who’d just found someone he didn’t know he’d been looking for, but couldn’t live without.
Lifting his hand that had been holding her down, he pulled her up so her back was solid against his chest and then he reached around to strum her clit. Again and again he pushed into her until his balls tightened and he knew he was close, so fucking close.
He squeezed her clit between his fingers right as he buried himself as deep inside her as he could. She cried out, her pussy clamping down on his dick as she came. That was all it took. Sawyer went over the edge with Penny, sailing into an oblivion where only the two of them mattered.
Collapsing backward, he was careful to make sure her downward trip to the bed was gentle.
“Now I know.” She smiled and her eyelids fluttered shut.
But she didn’t. That had been different—that had been only with her—but if the fantasy turned her on, he’d keep playing along. “Next time, I’ll show you what else I did.” He brushed a kiss across her forehead and got up.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, he came back to find her curled up on her side under the covers. He lifted the blanket and snuggled up behind her. Tucking her closer so she fit perfectly against him as he spooned her, Sawyer took a deep whiff of her peach-scented hair and tried to figure out what in the hell had just happened, because everything seemed different.
Penny was beautiful, but it was more than just that. It was her sass, her determination, her persistence and her talent. If she ever found out about the bet he’d made with D’Andre, she’d walk away without a second look back. Just imagining that was like getting sucker punched in the kidneys. He’d call D’Andre tomorrow and tell him the whole thing was off. Then he had to do whatever it took to make sure she never found out and, if she did, pray she wouldn’t hate him for keeping it secret.
Ch apter Seven
The beeping wouldn’t stop. Sitting up in the darkness, Penny slapped around the bed trying to find the noise’s origin when she could barely open her eyes. Her palm smacked against something big and man smelling. She went hunted-rabbit-in-a-nature-documentary still, except for her
Kneeling behind her, he hooked a forearm underneath hips and yanked her back fast so her ass was right up against his dick, while pressing a palm between her shoulder blades to keep her top half pressed to the bed. “I fucked them like this. Hard. Fast. Deep. Is that what you want, honey? You want my cock that far inside your pussy?”
She tilted her hips so her ass raised another two inches higher. “God yes.”
He lined up his dick with her glistening entrance and pushed forward, getting the head and a few inches into her warm sheath. Fuck. It was good. Almost too good.
“Are you going to scream for me?” he asked. “I have a nosey neighbor who loves to masturbate while she listens to me fuck other chicks. If you don’t scream for me, she can’t get off. You want her to get off don’t you?”
He pushed another few inches in. God, she was tight.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“She couldn’t hear that.” He smacked her ass, leaving a pink handprint. “Louder.”
“Yes,” she screamed.
Another long slow push and he was all the way in her hot, wet pussy. “I’m all the way in. What do you want now?”
She said something but she’d turned her face back into the pillows and it muffled her words.
He started to pull out of her, inching out his cock as she clenched around him, as if trying to keep him in place. “I couldn’t hear you, honey. What do you want?”
“Fuck me, Sawyer,” she cried. “Make me come all over that big dick.”
He’d never heard sweeter words in his whole life. “Whatever you want, honey.”
He pounded into her—forcefully, relentlessly—as she met his every thrust and groaned at his every withdrawal. He stayed with her, fucking her with the intensity of a man who’d just found someone he didn’t know he’d been looking for, but couldn’t live without.
Lifting his hand that had been holding her down, he pulled her up so her back was solid against his chest and then he reached around to strum her clit. Again and again he pushed into her until his balls tightened and he knew he was close, so fucking close.
He squeezed her clit between his fingers right as he buried himself as deep inside her as he could. She cried out, her pussy clamping down on his dick as she came. That was all it took. Sawyer went over the edge with Penny, sailing into an oblivion where only the two of them mattered.
Collapsing backward, he was careful to make sure her downward trip to the bed was gentle.
“Now I know.” She smiled and her eyelids fluttered shut.
But she didn’t. That had been different—that had been only with her—but if the fantasy turned her on, he’d keep playing along. “Next time, I’ll show you what else I did.” He brushed a kiss across her forehead and got up.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, he came back to find her curled up on her side under the covers. He lifted the blanket and snuggled up behind her. Tucking her closer so she fit perfectly against him as he spooned her, Sawyer took a deep whiff of her peach-scented hair and tried to figure out what in the hell had just happened, because everything seemed different.
Penny was beautiful, but it was more than just that. It was her sass, her determination, her persistence and her talent. If she ever found out about the bet he’d made with D’Andre, she’d walk away without a second look back. Just imagining that was like getting sucker punched in the kidneys. He’d call D’Andre tomorrow and tell him the whole thing was off. Then he had to do whatever it took to make sure she never found out and, if she did, pray she wouldn’t hate him for keeping it secret.
Ch apter Seven
The beeping wouldn’t stop. Sitting up in the darkness, Penny slapped around the bed trying to find the noise’s origin when she could barely open her eyes. Her palm smacked against something big and man smelling. She went hunted-rabbit-in-a-nature-documentary still, except for her
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