Cruel Legacy (Cruel 3)

“I am,” I gasped out as I tilted my head up to look him in the eye.

“Open your mouth.”

I did as I had been told without thinking about it. He inserted the two fingers that had been in my pussy into my waiting mouth. I tasted my own hot desire as I licked his fingers clean of my arousal. His nostrils flared at my easy acceptance and the feel of my lips going to work on him, just like I intended to do to his cock.

My hands reached for the hem of his shorts. He was so aroused that the tip was jutting out of the top of his boxer briefs. The pad of my finger skimmed the head, glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, anxious to get on my knees for him.

“You’re going to have to wait for that,” he told me with a ragged, barely constrained tone.

“I don’t want to wait,” I said impishly.

“One touch of your hot mouth, and I’d come all over you.”

My smile ticked up at the power of that statement. “What’s wrong with that?”

“I’m going to fuck that smart mouth later,” he said confidently. “But I need to get inside of you.”

My heart skipped a beat at the coarse words that had left his mouth. The sophisticated professor devolving into the sex-god playboy who owned the Upper East Side. It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did. But fuck, I understood how he ruled his own kingdom. I saw why everyone fell to their feet for him when he growled commands at me and made me eat my own cum off of his fingers. I’d crawl for him. And he knew it.

“I’m yours,” I breathed, running my thumb across the tip of his dick one more time before he freed himself entirely, dropping his boxer briefs to the floor.

The song switched to something even I didn’t recognize. But the rhythm was hypnotic. The bass rocked through us. The words flowed like silk, driving us together. There was just us, the music, and the clock ticking down to the New Year.

“Mine,” he said roughly.

He twisted me in place and then folded me in half at the waist. My hands reached out to grip the comforter as he temptingly pressed his cock against my opening.

I was primed for him, and still, he teased, pushing the head in and then out, back and forth against my clit until I thought I would burst with waiting for him to take me. But he didn’t make me wait long. His hand braced himself against the small of my back as the other gripped my hip before he drove his cock home.

My body shifted forward with the force of his motion, but it wasn’t painful. A moan escaped me at the sweet feel of surrender. The pleasurable stretch of being completely full. Then he started moving, and my moan turned into gasps. Out and then fast in. Out and then faster in, slamming into me. Taking my body. Owning my body. Slicing through any last hesitation I’d had that he wouldn’t fit.

Penn Kensington had been my first.

Seven years later, still, no one compared to him.

Penn’s voice became incoherent as he thrust deep into my pussy and took his pleasure, coupled with my own. Something coiled in my belly, low and urgent. Something begging to get out, to be released. I tensed all over as I felt the first hints of it strike my body.

I clenched down on the comforter hard as he penetrated me one more time, and then I loosed my scream into the bed as it burst forth. I came to new heights, seeing stars in the night sky. I saw the planets and galaxy and even beyond that. I saw heaven in my den of sin.

Penn groaned and grunted loudly as he finished right after me. I felt the sheer force of his orgasm and sighed with pleasure.

It was a minute before he could move again, and my core immediately begged for him to return. A small mewl left my lips in protest, and he chuckled softly, rubbing my back again.

“There’s time for round two.”

I uneasily stood up and looked at his naked form, his cock still erect, jutting out between us. “There’d better be.”

Fireworks exploding noisily behind us kept him from a reply. We both watched the night sky light up with fervor out the window.

Penn stepped back into me with a tender smile. He pulled my mouth to his. A chaste kiss compared to what we’d just shared. But somehow, it fit perfectly. “Happy New Year, Natalie.”

“A new year for a new us,” I breathed against him.

He grinned at my choice in words. “To a new us.”

Then he kissed me again, and we lost the rest of the night to that toast.