Penelope's POV

I slam down hard and grind, and he shouts, his back arching off the bed.

His hands slide to my ass, spreading me open, guiding me faster. I can feel him swelling inside me, getting impossibly harder. “Gonna come,” he warns through gritted teeth. “Penelope—baby—fuck”

“Not yet,” I snarl, and slow to a torturous grind, rolling my hips in tight circles. He whimpers—actually whimpers—hips jerking helplessly.

I lean down, breasts dragging across his chest, and ...