33. Penn

Chapter 33

Penn

T he moment Reagan’s back hits the mattress, I can’t help but let my eyes roam over her body. Damn, she’s a sight to behold. Her wild, dark hair frames her face like a halo, and those pebbled nipples of hers practically beg for attention. My attention specifically.

“Ya know, I meant to say something before about this,” I say, trailing a finger down the smooth skin of her arm. “But I thought a badass like you would have tattoos all over.”

Reagan laughs, the sound catching me off guard. It’s genuine, light, and it does something strange to my insides. “You have enough for both of us, Penn Blackwood.”

“Guilty as charged,” I admit with a grin. “But seriously, not even one little tattoo? It would go with your whole grunge queen vibe.”

She arches an eyebrow, challenging me with her intense gaze. “What makes you think I don’t have any hidden ones?”

“Baby, I’ve seen every inch of you. If you had a hidden tattoo, I would have found it a while ago,” I muse. This girl keeps surprising me, and I fucking love it.

“I’ll get one when you get one for me,” she teases, biting her lip in a way that makes my heart race and my mind spin with possibilities.

“Careful now,” I reply, my tone laced with mock seriousness. “You might just tempt me to get one.”

I lean to steal a lingering kiss from her lush lips. The taste of her, the feel of her body beneath mine—it’s everything. I want to possess her, control her, make her crave me as much as I crave her.

As our lips part, I realize that Reagan St. Pierre might just be the most dangerous addiction I’ve ever faced.

“Yeah, right,” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “Like you’d ever commit to anything that permanent.”

“Who says I wouldn’t?” My grin widens, and I lean down, pressing my lips against her neck. The way she shivers beneath me sends a thrill through my veins. “I’ve already fucking married you. Gave you my last name. Put a ring on your finger you can’t take off. Gave you my virginity. Put my brand on you. I’m covered in ink, hellfire. Decorating my body with something that is all you is well within the realm of shit I can and will do.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, her chest heaving. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Never said I would,” I retort, sliding my hand down her stomach.

I pull back, my gaze never leaving hers as I start to peel off my shirt. Her eyes follow my movements, widening slightly as inch by inch of inked skin is revealed. I know she loves my body, and I mean really who could blame her? I work hard on it. Spent thousands on the art covering it. She wants a show? I’ll give her a fucking show.

“Like what you see?” I ask, tossing the shirt aside, letting it land wherever it damn well pleases. Her lips curl into a smile, one that’s both challenging and inviting.

“Depends,” she retorts, propping herself up on her elbows. “Are you planning to keep going, or is this some kind of half-assed tease?”

“Wife, you should know by now,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans. “I don’t do anything halfway.”

I kick off my boots, then slowly slide my jeans down, allowing them to fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs.

“Enjoying the view?” I tease, smirking at her obvious appreciation.

“Maybe,” she retorts, trying to maintain her cool exterior, but I can see the flush creeping up her neck.

I saunter over to my dark red duffel bag on the floor, feeling her eyes follow me. As I hoist it onto the bed, Reagan sits up, her interest piqued.

“Isn’t that your…murder bag?” she asks cautiously, her eyes narrowing to assess my reaction.

“Maybe,” I grin mischievously, recognizing the opportunity to tease her further. “Or maybe it’s just here to murder your pussy.”

“Jesus, Penn,” Reagan scoffs, her cheeks flushing a deep red. “Seriously,” she presses up on her hands now. The movement draws my gaze to her chest, her nipples still hardened peaks against her skin. “What’s with the bag?”

“Only one way to find out.” I let my hand wander higher up her leg as I lean in, my lips brushing against her earlobe. Her shiver doesn’t go unnoticed, and I can’t help but relish the effect I have on her.

“Fine,” she mutters, giving in despite her stubborn resistance. “But if this goes south, you’re going to regret it. ”

“Always so dramatic.” I chuckle, my breath hot against her neck. “Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”

“Your ego knows no bounds, does it?” Reagan quips, rolling her eyes but unable to hide the excitement in them.

“Maybe not,” I admit with a smirk, “but my skills more than make up for it.”

“Show me,” she challenges, tilting her chin up stubbornly.

I growl, letting my lust take over. In one swift motion, I haul Reagan from her back to her stomach on the bed, pinning her down with one hand between her shoulder blades.

“Hey!” she protests, wriggling beneath my grip. “What the hell are you doing?”

Her body feels small under my hands, taut muscles and soft skin sprawled out on the bed.

“Jesus, Penn,” she says, voice muffled by the pillow. “What the fuck?”

“Relax, baby,” I growl, my tone rougher than I intend. The power shift is palpable; it’s like flipping a switch inside me. I lean down, my lips near her ear, whispering, “You challenged me. Now take it.”

Her breath hitches, caught between a laugh and something darker. “I didn’t ask for—” Her words cut off abruptly as my hand presses firmly against her lower back, keeping her in place. She wriggles slightly, testing the restraint, but my grip is unyielding.

“Didn’t ask for what?” I taunt, my other hand sliding up her spine, feeling each vertebrae beneath my touch. “For me to show you how much I want you? How much I need you?”

“You’re—” she starts, but then bites her lip, holding back whatever insult or retort she was about to throw my way. Instead, she settles for something so basic, “You’re an ass, Penn. ”

Her willful nature thrills me, and I’m more than ready to take control.

“Be a good wifey,” I command, my voice dripping with desire, “and let me eat your pussy from behind.”

“Wh-what?” she stutters, taken aback by my boldness.

“Trust me,” I purr, tracing a finger down her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. “You’ll love it.”

I lean over her and sink my teeth into the nape of her neck right over the raised pale ‘B’, giving just enough pressure to make her squirm.

“Fine,” Reagan relents, her tone still laced with uncertainty.

“Good girl,” I murmur, placing a lingering kiss on her skin before moving into position behind her.

The sight of Reagan’s toned ass and glistening wetness before me sends me into a spiral. I can’t resist any longer. I need to taste her.

I press my lips against her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive flesh with soft kisses and flicks of my tongue. She squirms beneath me, her breath hitching as I inch closer to my destination.

“Stay still,” I growl, my grip tightening on her hips. She tries to steady herself, her fingers clenching the sheets.

My tongue explores her slick folds, teasing her clit with every stroke. I can’t help but moan into her as her taste coats my tongue, savoring each whimper and gasp that escapes her lips.

“Fuck, Penn.” She breathes, clutching at the sheets, her knuckles white. “That feels...so good.”

“Eating your pussy once a day is like a fucking attitude adjustment for you. Let me pencil that into our fucking schedule.” I say as I pull away from her center and slap my hand down on her ass cheek to watch it fucking jiggle.

I reach into my bag, rummaging around until I find what I’m looking for: a sleek, veiny pink vibrating cock. The sight of it brings a wicked smile to my face, my mind already racing with thoughts of how I plan to use it on her.

“Wh-where did you find that?” Reagan stammers, her eyes wide with surprise and curiosity as she takes in the toy from over her shoulder.

“Oh this? I found our new best friend in a box you left open in the closet,” I reply, chuckling at her shocked expression. “This box was full of just all the fun things you had in your apartment.”

With that, I slip the vibrator between her legs, teasing her slick entrance with the tip. She gasps, her body jolting at the sensation, and I can’t help but smirk at her reaction.

“Ready?” I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. She nods, her eyes locked on mine, and I slowly start to push the vibrator inside her.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” I groan, marveling at the ease with which the vibrator slides in and out of her tight heat. “Seems like someone’s enjoying herself a bit too much,” I tease, my own cock hardening at the sight of her taking it, the vibrator a stand-in for the real thing.

“It’s. Not. Like. That.” Reagan pants, her body rocking back against the thrusts of my hand. God, she’s such a filthy little liar.

“Really? Then why are you so wet, baby?” I ask, my voice dripping with fake innocence. “Looks like you’re enjoying this, or are you just excited that it’s not my cock fucking you?”

Her face flushes red, and I know I’ve hit a nerve. “Shut up and just fuck me with it already, you asshole!” she spits out, her voice dripping with this wicked scorn. Always so feisty, this one.

I pick up the pace, thrusting the fake dick in and out of her pussy harder, the vibrations echoing through the room. “As you wish, baby,” I growl, my voice a guttural grunt as I watch the toy disappear inside her, then reappear, glistening with her arousal.

“Say it, Reagan,” I growl. “Tell me how you love it when I fuck you with this cock.”

“I-I love it when you fuck me with this cock,” she moans, her face flushing red.

“Louder,” I demand, speeding up my thrusts.

“I love it when you fuck me with this cock!” she screams, her body arching off the bed, the vibrations of her moans swirling in the surrounding air.

“Good girl,” I praise her, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “And this is the only way you’ll ever feel another cock, got it? This one right here, and only when I goddamn give it to you.”

I reach down and spit on her exposed asshole, my eyes never leaving her cunt as I circle my finger around her tight hole. Her body tenses, but I can feel the wetness seeping onto the sheets. She’s soaking wet for me. “I want you to remember this. This is how it’s going to be from now on. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll fucking love it.”

“I want…I want you to fuck me with that thing until I can’t remember my own name,” she hisses, her breathing ragged.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” I grin, feeling a thrill at her submission. It’s a game of cat and mouse between us, each of us fighting for control even as we’re swallowed by our own lust.

Moving my fingers from her ass, I wind my free hand in her dark hair, pulling her head back to expose the elegant curve of her throat. “You have no idea how much I want to mark you right now,” I murmur, my breath hot against her skin. “But I’ll settle for this.”

I increase the pace of the dildo switch the vibration setting higher, watching as her body arches and spasms beneath me. Her moans escalate into desperate cries, and I can sense her teetering on the edge.

“Let go, hellfire,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. “Just fucking let go and give yourself to me.”

And as if my words are a command, her body shatters beneath me, her screams echoing in the room.

Her body is still trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm I just pulled from her, but I’m far from satisfied. I want more—need more. No breaks, no mercy.

Before she can catch her breath, I flip her over so she’s on her back again. Her eyes are wide, glazed with pleasure. I grab her legs and press them against my shoulders, feeling the heat of her skin against mine as I position myself at her entrance.

I thrust into her warm, wet cunt. The sensation is like plunging into molten lava. Reagan gasps, her back arching off the bed as I bury myself deep inside her.

I set a brutal pace, fucking her hard and fast. Each stroke is a claim, each thrust a declaration of my intent to possess every inch of her. Her fingers claw at my skin, her moans interspersed with gasps and whimpers as I drive into her relentlessly. Her nails leave angry red marks on my forearms. The sound of our bodies smacking against each other fills the room, mingling with ragged breaths.

She’s panting, still reeling from the orgasm I gave her moments ago. But I’m not stopping. Not until I’ve had my fill of her. I lean forward, pressing my forehead against hers as I push deeper inside of her. The angle drives me crazy—the way she wraps around me so perfectly .

“Look at me,” I command through gritted teeth.

Her liquid amber eyes flutter open, locking onto mine.

“You’re mine,” I growl, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. “Every part of you. Nothing between us. Ever.”

I don’t let up, driving into her harder, using every ounce of control to keep myself from coming. It’s torture—sweet fucking torture—but worth every second just to see the way she unravels beneath me. She’s so damn close.

And then…I stop.

I pull out slowly, savoring the way she quivers and whimpers in protest. For a moment—just a moment—I allow myself to simply look at her, hair wild and tangled around her flushed face.

I reach over to the bag on the bed, never breaking eye contact with her. My fingers find the cool metal handle of the switchblade. The weight of it in my hand is familiar, comforting—a reminder of all the times I’ve taken control in ways most men wouldn’t dare. With a flick of my wrist, the blade snaps open, glinting in the low light.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her voice is hoarse, thick with lust and incredulity.

I press the blade against her left bicep, feeling her muscles tense under its edge. My heart races not from fear but exhilaration. This is control. This is possession.

“I just told you,” I whisper, leaning in so close our breaths mingle. “There won’t be anything between us.”

Her eyes narrow in anger, but she can’t mask the tremble in her lips. “You’re out of your goddamn mind.”

“Yes, yes I am,” I admit with a chuckle, pressing the blade just enough to leave a faint line on her skin without breaking it. “But I’m very clear on this. Your little fucking birth control implant? It’s history.”

Her eyes widen as realization hits her. “You can’t be actually serious.”

“Oh, I’m deadly serious.” The words are low, dangerous. “No barriers. Nothing between us ever again.”

She tries to pull away, but I grip her tighter with my free hand, pinning her in place. Her struggle only fuels my desire further; every bit of resistance makes me want to claim her even more completely.

“Penn—” she begins, but I silence her by pressing my lips against hers with almost a brutal intensity. When I pull back, she’s gasping for air, the anger and helplessness palpable in every heave of her chest.

“I’m sick of your walls,” I murmur against her skin as I trace delicate patterns with the flat of the blade across her arm. “Sick of what you hide behind them.”

I shift my weight and use my free hand to twist her arm slightly, exposing a small scar where the implant lies beneath. Her breath catches again.

“You don’t get to decide this,” she says in a low growl filled with defiance.

“I decide everything where you’re concerned,” I reply with merciless finality before lowering my voice conspiratorially. “And trust me...you’ll thank me for it someday.”

Before she can respond or resist further, I move swiftly—disabling any chance she has at stopping me—and make a precise incision over that scarred area just deep enough to remove something I didn’t put in her. That tiny piece of plastic embedded beneath flesh and sinew.

I dig it out, looking at the offending thing before tossing it onto the floor along with my knife.

I release her arm and grab the back of her head, dragging her mouth to mine. She fights me at first, but it’s half-hearted at best. Her lips soften against mine as I plunge my tongue into her mouth.

Before she can say anything else, I’m on her again. When our lips part, my fingers plunge into her mouth, her teeth sinking down hard on them in a desperate act of boldness. The pain shoots through me only making me harder.

I drop her legs from my shoulders, slipping inside her warm pussy once more. My hand moves between us to find that sensitive spot. Her clit is swollen with need and anger, and I slap it without mercy.

Her nails rake down my back, leaving burning trails that only stoke the fires higher. I can feel every tremor coursing through her body as she spirals closer to climax—her walls tightening around me like a vise. My own control frays at the edges; I’m teetering on the brink but holding back just enough to send her over first. As usual, I am being a considerate orgasm king.

“Fuck,” she gasps between spasms as she falls over that precipice into oblivion.

I’m right there with her—my own release crashing through me like a tidal wave as I spill inside of her. The room seems to tilt on its axis as we ride out those last moments together.

“Yeah, take it all, baby,” I groan into her ear, my grip on her hip tightening as I pump the last drop of my cum deep into her greedy, little cunt. Her body shudders beneath mine, and I can feel her milking me dry, sucking up every bit like she can’t get enough. The primal satisfaction of it all surges through me, and a dark thought seizes my mind .

“Fuck.” I love when I can make my wife damn near speechless.

“You take it so fucking well, don’t you?” I rasp, my voice rough with exertion and satisfaction. “Sucking up every drop of my cum like a greedy little cum slut for your husband.”

I grab her hips, slamming into her one last time for good measure, feeling the slick juices trying to escape from where her pussy is gripping my dick.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you soon,” I growl against her flushed skin, pulling back just enough to see that flicker of defiance flare in her eyes. “You won’t be able to ever fucking leave me.”

Her lips curl into a snarl as she shoves at my chest, forcing me to roll off her. “Get the fuck off me,” she snaps, wiping sweat-drenched hair from her face. “Good luck trying to get me pregnant, asshole. I’ve got PCOS, motherfucker, so the joke’s on you.”

A challenge. Perfect.

“Challenge fucking accepted,” I retort with a smirk, my breath still coming in heavy pants. “You think that’s gonna stop me? Every single time I fill you up, we’re playing a game I’ll eventually win. Russian roulette wifey, how many cum shots until you start growing our little spawn?”

I wrap my hand around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her there as if daring her to defy me. Her breaths come out in ragged pants, and I can feel the pulse quicken under my fingertips.

“You’re gonna sleep with me in you tonight,” I whisper in a voice that’s deep and smooth. “And then in the morning, I’ll fuck you raw again and again, so you better get some fucking rest.” I lean closer, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Happy Fucking Valentine’s Day, wife.”