Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen

CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

That realization seemed to make him grow even more engorged against her, and he threw his head back, the cords of muscle standing out in his neck.

Penny wasn’t entirely sure how far this kind of thing could go. She didn’t know if he was close to cumming. Nor was she selfless enough to give up truly having him inside her. But she did like it. A lot. She especially liked that he was visibly losing a little of that infamous control, his hands clenched tightly in her hair, his breath coming in short gasps.

“Gotta have the real thing, babe,” he muttered, dropping his hand to her shoulders and pushing her onto her back.

“I wish you would,” she whispered, wanting him desperately.

But instead of pushing her farther back on the bed and climbing on top of her, Joey went to the drawer and got a condom, then returned to stand between her parted thighs. He opened it and put it on between one breath and the next.