Fighting Attraction
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    Penny sobs against my shirt, her hands clenched against my chest. I stroke her hair, murmur assurances, tell her how proud I am, how well she did, how I hope she learned her lesson. My need to provide comfort is as great as her need to receive it. Something about Penny triggers my most basic protective instincts. Outwardly she doesn’t seem vulnerable, with her sassy mouth and her cheerful warmth, and yet beneath those smiles lies a woman who needs what I can give her.
    She sighs, her breaths deepening, her hands loosening their grip. She feels so soft in my arms, so right. How long has it been since I held a woman this way? Held something beautiful in my arms?
    “We need to put something on your skin.” I brush a kiss over her hair.
    “There’s salve in the first aid box.” She straightens her clothing, and opens the door, returning a few moments later with a tube of cream.
    “Back in position.” I close and lock the door behind me.
    Penny leans over the desk and flips up her skirt, wincing as I rub the cream into her skin. My fingers drift down between her legs, and she lets out a tortured moan that I feel in every inch of my rock-hard cock.
    I push aside her panties and slick a finger through her folds. “You’re so wet. You liked your punishment.”
    She parts her legs and whispers, “More.”
    “More what?” I spread her moisture up and around her clit, rubbing my finger gently beside the swollen nub beneath the soaked lace. “Tell me what you need.”
    “I need…you.” She looks back over her shoulder, bites her lip. “Was that enough? Do you need…more?”
    I like how she blushes when she tells me what she needs. Her darkness touched with erotic innocence. “Yeah, darlin’, I do.”
    “I can take it,” she says quickly.
    “I know you can.”
    And then I rip her panties away.
    * * *
    PENNY
    Jack spins me around and positions me on top of the desk, leaning me back on my elbows, my burning ass on the cold, hard wood, heels on the edge. With rough hands, he spreads me wide, and I shiver, my sex damp and throbbing with anticipation.
    His fingers trace a lazy path up the soft skin of my inner thighs, fingertips brushing over my mons, so light I catch my breath, silently willing him to give me more.
    “I like that you’re bare.” He dips his head. Blows a warm breath over my clit, ripping a groan from my throat.
    “I like it, too.” Although I had never thought about waxing down there until Amanda told me about the day she took Makayla to get waxed. She said Makayla cursed and screamed but later declared it was worth the pain. Once I heard that, I decided to try it for myself, although hiding my scars was a bit of a challenge. Still, the release I got from the pain kept me going for an extra few weeks, and it made me feel sexy on the outside when I was feeling ugly on the inside.
    “Easily accessible.” Jack strokes a thick finger through my slit and pushes it fast and deep inside me.
    “Ahh.” The press of his finger against my swollen tissue creates an erotic burn that sends tingles through my body. I struggle against the exquisite intrusion, and he slaps my thigh hard, adding fresh pain to the fire.
    “Don’t move.”
    My pussy clenches around his finger, and I rock my hips to move him deeper. He pulls out, tilting his head to look at me.
    “Please, Jack.”
    “You’re not ready.” He adds a second finger, watching me carefully as he pushes deep inside, sending waves of pleasure through me. I am so wet, so hot, so close to the edge I could come if he just picks up the pace. But I don’t want to. I want him inside me. I want a connection, not just a climax.
    Jack pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me, alternating strokes with a brush of his thumb over my clit. My pussy throbs, swells, aches for more. I spread my legs wider, inviting. He hums his approval, but he keeps his steady rhythm. Thrusting. Striking. Rubbing. My body coils, tightens, and I lift my hips, uncaring whether I am asking for pain or pleasure.
    “Now?”
    “No.”
    He withdraws, leaving me bereft. I pant for breath as he shoves down his jeans and boxers to his knees, freeing his cock from its restraint. Jack is a big man, and he has a cock to match. Thick, hard, and heavy, it bounces gently in my direction. I reach for him, and he slaps my hand away.
    “You do that, I won’t last,” he says, his voice rough and raw. He sheaths himself with a condom from his pocket and shoves my skirt up over my hips. “Do you want this?”
    “Yes.” I am so wet, so desperate to come that I will take anything he has to give me.
    Jack swirls the head of his cock over my labia, dipping into my wetness. He brushes the swollen head over my clit, and my body shakes.
    “Do you need to come?”
    “God, yes.”
    “Beg.”
    “What?” I groan, poised on the edge of climax, my breasts swollen and aching, my pussy wet and throbbing, my brain fuzzed with lust.
    “I want to hear you beg for my cock.”
    “Please,” I whisper. “Give it to me.”
    He slides his thick shaft all the way in, and I moan at the exquisite sensation. So hard. So thick. So deliciously hot. I rock my hips, angle myself for more.
    He presses deeper, filling me, stretching me. I welcome the burn, swallow the erotic pain.
    “You’re so slick, so tight,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, and I’m going to hold your ass when I do because it’s going to hurt and I want to hear you scream for me. Bury your head in my shoulder so no one hears you. Use your safe word if you need to.”
    Just the thought of pain so intense I might need my safe word sends a tremor up my spine, but he doesn’t give me a chance to think. His hands slide under my ass, and he lifts me against him as his fingers dig into my burning skin.