“Fuck,” I groan as she pushes her lips down the length of my cock, my shaft rolling over her tongue. I rest my hands on her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and hold my breath as she goes all the way down, only stopping when her lips are touching the skin at the base of my cock. Sweet mercy, this feels so fucking good; I never met a girl as talented as Penny is with her mouth.
Rolling her lips back, she then starts bobbing her head back and forth, moving as fast as she can. She finally closes her eyes, surrendering to the moment, and I do the same; I throw my head back and sigh heavily, my heart racing so fast inside my chest I think it might fucking burst any second now.
“Fuck, I think I’m gonna --” I start to say, but the words die in my throat as a mighty spasm takes over my cock. My shaft throbs against Penny’s tongue and the inside of her cheeks, and a second after that I feel my cum burning its way out of my cock. I explode inside her mouth and she stops moving at once; she remains frozen in place, her knees on the floor and my cock inside her mouth as she takes every single drop of cum into her mouth.
Once I’m finally done, she takes her mouth off of my cock and, looking into my eyes, she swallows. I feel a shiver going up my spine as I watch the muscles in her neck move, and I can’t help but grin as I see a strand of cum hanging from her lips. I reach for it with my thumb and wipe it off; I then grab her right hand and pull her up to her feet.
“That was fucking amazing,” I tell her as I tuck my shirt inside my pants and zip up my fly.
“Of course it was,” she teases me, wiping her mouth with the back of her right hand. “Now let’s go back before anyone notices we’re missing.” Without waiting for a reply, she pulls the drape to the side and heads out; I follow after her, head held high and completely unable to wipe a satisfied smile from my face.
And that’s when I fucking see her.
Rhoda’s between two rows of seats, and she's walking straight toward Penny and I.
“Where were you, Penny?” she asks her daughter, stopping just a few feet away from me.
“Rhoda,” I greet her coldly. She doesn’t even respond or acknowledge me. Which is pretty fucking funny, me being the keynote speaker and main donor of this fucking event.
“We were just having a chat,” Penny chirps happily, and then goes on her tiptoes, leans in, and kisses her mother on the cheek, her breath a very probable blend of cock and fresh cum. Fucking hell.
“Just having a chat,” I repeat, my cock twitching inside my pants. Without waiting for her mother’s reply, Penny walks past her and continues on her way. I follow after her, my eyes taking in every delicious step she takes.
Fuck, now this is a wicked girl.
21
Penny
Two months.
That’s how long we’ve been together. It’s crazy, right? Just a few months ago I thought that my stepfather was the Devil himself, and now here I am, sleeping next to him more times than I sleep alone in my own bed.
It’s funny how these things work out, isn’t it? I’m not one to believe in destiny, fate, or all that hocus-pocus … but damn, it seems like both our paths were meant to cross.
Of course, all this cozying up to the ‘enemy’ (or so my mom would say) isn’t really doing me any favors. But what did I expect? It’s not like I can go against my boss (which is also my mom) and the mayor without being reprimanded along the way.
Twenty-seven.
That’s the amount of face-to-face meetings I’ve had with my mother and Laurel. And, let me tell you, these things are forsakenly exhausting. Just imagine spending two hours locked in a room with two women with tongues so sharp they could use them as knives, and they aren’t pleased with you. Yeah, doesn’t feel great, does it?
But that’s how it goes for me, at least twice a week. And, if they’re feeling generous, one more time over the weekend. ‘Have you found out anything yet, Penny?’ they always ask me, and my answer is always a timid ‘perhaps he isn’t the kind of man you think he is’. Yeah, I don’t need to tell you that this isn’t what they want to hear.
They want Magnus’ head on a platter, not to hear my pleas for fairness and ethical journalism. All that just falls on deaf ears.
Look, I get it; in a way, Magnus represents a lot of what’s wrong with America nowadays. He doesn’t seem to have a conscience, especially when it comes to his female counterparts, and he’s richer than God himself. America loves to hate on people like Magnus; but on the other hand, this reflects a rather nasty truth about ourselves: we love to hate the ones who can’t hate us back.