Chapter 31

CHAPTER 31

Mitch

I wasn’t partial to topping or bottoming, but underneath Penn, I became someone else entirely.

I became the one who was needy, desperate for release.

I became the one begging for mercy as he caressed my cock while filling me to the brim.

Penn slid his thumb over my weeping cock, his lips hot against my neck as he breathed against my ear. “Tell me what you want, Cupcake.”

I wish I could have laughed at his choice of endearment, but the way he spoke, his voice deep with desire and command, I would have answered to fucking Princess.

I’d held Penn beneath me plenty of times now, and I’d coaxed him, guided him to tell me explicitly what it was he desired, both because I needed to hear it, but also because I liked hearing him beg.

Now the tables had turned, and I was desperate for his touch .

“I want you to make me come, baby,” I breathed as I bit his lower lip. His cock throbbed inside of me, spurring me to grind my aching, wet cock against him once more.

“Please,” I added, just to be a smartass.

Penn quickened his thrusts, nailing my prostate over and over, and it didn’t take long for either of us, really. The minute my blinding orgasm came, I felt a sudden rush of warmth, followed by Penn practically collapsing on me, his breath labored as he squeezed my cock tighter while I came.

I didn’t know how long we lay there, connected. Penn curled against me, buried to the hilt as I softened against him. Our legs intertwined together, him wrapped in my arms.

I kissed his temple as he sighed contentedly. “I love you,” I said with a smile.

Penn buried his face in my hair as we both rolled over onto our sides, the motion causing him to slip out, as well as his release.

Penn looked up at me with bright eyes full of wonder and hope.

And when he told me he loved me, I knew I’d finally found the person who made me whole.