Cruel Legacy (Cruel 3)

Penn slipped out of his pants. I admired the strong lines of his thighs. The pure strength and control from a methodical obsession with running. He wasn’t overly bulky but so defined. The very shape of him aroused me in a way that I had never understood about myself until him. Everything about our connection made me want to be adventurous. Break all my boundaries. Lay myself bare.

“Where’s your head?” he asked softly.

“I was cramming for the exam.”

He chuckled. Then his hands came down on my thighs, and he yanked my body toward him until my ass nearly fell off the bed. A gasp escaped my mouth, and then he was between my legs. No gentle coaxing or teasing, just tongue straight to my clit. Another gasp followed, but this one was of a wholly different nature.

This one had all to do with the motion of his tongue swirling around my most sensitive area. The flick against that nub. The sucking and gentle, unexpected nibble that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head and wetness pooling in the exact place his fingers were stroking to life.

I could feel my orgasm right on the verge, close enough that I could reach out and grab it. But as if Penn knew that, he slowed his strokes, pressed a kiss to my clit, and then glanced up at me with a devilish look on his princely features. How could someone that good-looking be so very bad?

“Not yet,” he told me.

As if I had an option.

“Please,” I asked him because I wasn’t above begging here.

This was nothing compared to my finger or a vibrator. This was prolonged need that shook me to my core and made me incapable of functioning beyond the precise thing that he was doing to me. And right now, that was circling my pussy opening like he was about to finger-fuck it at any moment. And the wonder of when made it all the more intense.

But he didn’t stop. He continued on as if he could do this all day. Bring me to the edge and then pull me back and then bring me forward again and again. My body protested, and yet I’d give anything for more of this. Whatever he was giving.

“Are you ready to come for me?” he asked, flicking his tongue against my clit again.

I nearly jumped off the bed at the unexpected motion.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I murmured.

“And do you want my fingers?”

“Please, Penn,” I panted.

“Tell me where.”

My eyes snapped open, and they locked on his. He stared back just as hotly, waiting for my answer. I could see he was holding on to control like a whip, waiting to wield it with a crack.

“Inside me.”

“What was that, love?” he purred.

“In my pussy,” I gasped out.

At my words, he entered me. One finger delving into my heat, getting the feel for me again. My walls contracted around him, and I whimpered.

“So greedy,” he said with a laugh before giving me what my body had not-so-subtly asked for.

A second finger went into me, stretching me but not filling me. I knew what I wanted for that. I knew at this point of the warm-up that I’d give anything for it.

He dipped his head back down to my clit and sucked on me with his fingers buried deep inside me. My body bucked, as the edge I’d been hanging on to came closer and closer.

Then another finger swirled through my wetness. I groaned at the feel, but then he was moving, going lower and lower. I tensed for all of a second in surprise as he pressed the liquid to the pucker of my asshole. But then he gently rubbed me in slow circles, drawing out my orgasm even deeper. Something I hadn’t thought possible.

He dipped barely a digit into my back door, and I shattered into pieces. Just the feel of that much stimulation rocked through me like a tidal wave. I had been so close as it was that, by the time he went further, there was no chance I wouldn’t come on the spot.

It took a few seconds before I realized the cries of pleasure were coming from me. I tapered off as I came down from my high. I lay back on the bed, my chest heaving, as Penn straightened with a satisfied smile.

“If I’d known that you’d respond that well to anal, I would have started a long time ago.”

My cheeks flushed at the comment. “Well, you learn something new every day, Professor.”

“I suppose that means, you passed.”

I slid off the bed and landed on shaky legs. “Thank god. Wouldn’t want a mark on my transcript.”

“You’re enjoying this,” he said, stepping into my space. His hand came to the back of my neck, taking hold of my mass of hair in a way that said he was in control and also like I was going to come again at any moment.