“Keep holding on.”
Pen looked over her shoulder, right as I unzipped my jeans and let them slip down past my ass. The band of my boxer briefs was next as I held her leg in place with one hand and gripped my cock in the other.
I lined myself up with Pen’s slit, and then holding onto her hips, I thrust. My wife gave a gasp, and I was only half way inside her. Pulling out, I lined up once more, and then gave another hard push, burying myself inside her completely. I froze while Pen adjusted to me. She took me nearly every night, and yet each time, it was like our first, where she had to slowly acclimate to having me inside her.
Within seconds, Pen was looking over her shoulder at me and releasing her hold on the edge to grip her ass cheek, so I had better access to her. I used the freedom to press my thumb into her asshole while I continued to rock into her.
Pen bit her lip while she watched, and she looked so fucking sexy with her dark hair spilling over her back, her pink lip caught in her teeth, and those dark lashes resting against her cheek as her eyes closed.
“Jameson,” she whispered in desperation.
My hips canted as I fucked her. The washer and dryer moved, and their sounds filled the room, but my wife’s were starting to rival them with her cries of pleasure.
I was practically in a trance as I moved my cock rapidly in and out of her cunt, so tight and wet. My thumb pressed into her hole, adding the pressure I knew she needed. It made her insatiable, rocking her ass into me with such fervor that the washer began to rock more than it was supposed to.
“Fuck,” I yelled, grabbing hold of her wrist and keeping it in place as I finished.
Pen cried out, right as I froze with my cock buried so deep in her pussy that I was panting, and my knees nearly gave out.
After I stood there, catching my breath, I pulled out and lowered her leg.
Pen let out a sigh while slowly pushing off from the washer. “Not the most comfortable position we’ve ever done, but it was hot.”
I smirked, and then pressed a kiss to her head while she started pulling her clothes into her arms.
“I’m going to run over to the bathroom real quick and clean up.”
I popped my head out to make sure no one was in the room before giving her the green light to go. It would have been nice to use the showerto fuck, but the basement bathroom was small and old. It had a narrow stall, barely tall enough for anyone six foot to stand under.
While Pen cleaned up, I pulled my clothes on and stopped the washer and dryer, feeling slightly guilty that there wasn’t anything in either, and we’d just used up all that electricity to silence the sounds of our fucking.
“Jamie?” Pen called for me from the opposite end of the room.
In the middle was the couch and all our bedding, seeing as we’d be staying another night.
“You had to process, and now I need to by asking questions. I have a lot of them.”
Penelope was never excluded from club politics, or drama, but I didn’t freely offer information either. Sometimes things were just better left unsaid, and not dug into. Some things were better if she didn’t know, so in this situation, I could understand it digging under her skin.
“Of course.”
She moved to the bedding and started folding blankets while glancing up at me from time to time.
"Is it the Destroyers?”
“As far as we know, yes.”
Her chest heaved, and her blue eyes were suddenly sharp as she glared at the clothes Nova had left behind on the floor. The pile Pen had specifically told her to pick up before she got dressed earlier.
“How is that possible?”
I ran a hand through my hair, blowing out a breath. “We haven’t figured that part out yet.”
“Is it someone who just picked up the reins from Fable?”
She aggressively shook out a pair of jeans from Connor, then tossed them into his duffel bag.
I watched her while I wished for better news to give her.