Penelope pov

“I’ve got you,” he says against my skin. “I’m right here.”

He slides my panties down my legs, fingers brushing the insides of my thighs until I’m trembling. Then he settles between them, the weight of him perfect. I feel him hard against me, hot and heavy. He rubs the head of his cock through my wetness, once, twice, coating himself.

“Look at me, Penelope,” he whispers.

I do, as he pushes in slow- so slow I feel every inch stretching me open. My breath catches; ...