CHAPTER FIVE
PENELOPE
I’M NO STRANGER TO wealth, but Ward’s mansion is stunning. The moment we pull up, the grand structure makes an impact and even in my aroused and distracted state, I can appreciate the architecture.
He opens the door, says something to the driver, and then takes our coats, hanging them somewhere.
I don’t know.
I’m busy trying not to drip on the expensive rugs. My thighs are soaked from his mouth and my orgasm. I feel like a hussy but don’t care.
“Come.” Ward takes my hand and leads me up a wide, sweeping staircase.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so aroused and desperate to have a man fuck me in my life. It’s the most incredible sensation which seems to have stopped most of my brain cells from functioning.
Ward leads us into a room, and I immediately know it’s not his. There are no personal items anywhere.
This is a guest room.
If it wasn’t for the enormous desire flowing through my veins, I would turn and leave, but even before I can consider it, Ward shuts the door behind us and presses me up against the dark wood.
“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard that no man will ever be good enough for you,” Ward growls, running his mouth along my neck.
Oh fuck.
“Bold claims.” I barely get out, my voice shaky and weak.
Reaching around, he unzips the vintage Chanel dress and it drops to the floor, leaving me naked except for my shoes.
“Leave those on,” Ward orders, tugging at his bowtie and shrugging off his jacket.
I pant as his shirt is tossed across the room, and then he unzips his pants.
How is he so toned and bulky at his age? Forty-nine isn’t ancient, but not many men years younger than him have his physique.
I’m not complaining in the least.
I step closer, running my hands up over his pecs and broad shoulders.
He pinches my chin. Dark, desire-filled eyes hold me in place.
“Get on the bed.”
Ward guides me backward, and my legs bump on the edge of it, forcing me to sit. Wearing only my red-soled Louboutin stilettos, he maneuvers me so that I climb up on my knees, facing him.
“Do you know how many times I’ve stroked my cock, thinking of your sexy body?” he asks, fisting his long and engorged member and pinching my nipple.
“Fuck.” I jolt, every touch sensitive.
“Time for your punishment, Penelope.” Those dark eyes of his glower down on me. “Take me in your mouth. All the way down your throat.”
He wraps a hand around my neck and forces me onto his sex like I’m some whore he’s using. My pussy clenches in reaction, dripping more.
Ward doesn’t wait for me to agree. I draw in a breath, then he’s deep down my throat, fucking my mouth.
I swear I’m going to orgasm without his touch.
Gaining some control, I reach and stroke him as I work his manhood with my mouth and tongue.
“Good girl.” He purrs.
Holy hell.
My entire body bursts into a thousand nerve endings on fire.
I like hearing those words way too much. I must make a sound because he pulls me off his cock and before I know it, I’m on my back and Ward’s enormous body is over me.
“Ward,” I cry, gripping his shoulders.
“I’ve waited long enough.” He growls as his cock presses at my entrance.
My entire body shudders in anticipation.
“You ready to be fucked, Penelope?” he asks and I think I must nod because he enters me with so much force that I scream.
WARD
YES! GODDAMN, WHY HAVE I waited so long to be back inside this woman?
She’s everything I remembered and more.
I’m sure the second time is even better. I know Penelope’s body a little more and what makes her scream.
And scream she most definitely has.
I’m not completely unaware that this is the home I built with my wife, but apparently being an animal and fucking like one helps to push it to the back of my mind.
Plus, Penelope is wrapped around my hard cock like a glove, and I think I might pass out from utter fucking pleasure.
“Feel that?” I ask her, slamming in once more after slowly pulling out. Like I deserve to be tortured for destroying at least one room of memories from my past.
Stop thinking about it.
“Yes. More. Faster,” she pleads.
“Tell me this feels amazing. That you can feel me in your pussy. Every inch. Ever fucking little bit of hot inch,” I demand.
I lift her hips, going deeper, and she cries out, digging her nails into my arms. That’s going to hurt tomorrow, but I don’t care.
I slap her ass, then flip her over.
“Ward, more. I need to come.” Penelope begs as I fill her again.
“You’ll come when I give you permission.” I slap her ass again and grin like a madman at the sight of my hand marking her precious skin.
As if she could be mine to keep.
Mine to fuck every day and night. To have her suck my cock like she just did, those lips wrapped around my shaft like a good little whore.
But I promised myself.
Just one more night.
That’s all.
I’ve even been willing to fuck her in my wife’s house; I wanted Penelope so much. That speaks volumes.
My hips slap against her as I grip her cheeks, widening them to press my thumb against the nerves of her ass.
“Oh, Jesus fuck,” Penelope cries.
I’d love to fill this spot too, but there’s no time to find out if she could take me. So, I opt for a finger instead.
She falls right over the edge, her pussy strangling my cock, and I slam into her wildly, letting myself go.
Fire rushes down my spine, hitting my balls and sliding along my cock, exploding inside her.
“Ward.”
Thrust after thrust, I jerk out every last drop.
We both shudder from the erotic pleasure as I pull her up against my chest, twist her face, and claim her mouth.
“That’s number one.” I rumble.