Penny stroked faster, her mouth covering the tips. Her hands could barely cover his dick and her mouth seemed too small to take him in but she did.
Penny was inexperienced, but Osvaldo had taught her how to worship him. And now she moved with a rhythm that made his muscles coil tight, his breath ragged.
"Just like that, Penguin," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. His fingers tangled in her hair, not forcing, but guiding, his hips lifting slightly off the bed as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him in deeper.
She was too small, too delicate-her lips looked almost sinful wrapped around him, her wide, innocent eyes blinking up through damp lashes. The sight alone was enough to make him throb.
Osvaldo had wanted to ruin her from the moment he saw her. Not with cruelty, but with possession. She was his wife, his to touch, his to devour-but he held back. If he took her too fast, too hard, she'd shatter. And he needed her. Needed this.
His control was slipping.
