Argent
“Extend your fist this way to avoid hurting yourself.” I extend my fist to show Penelope what I want her to do. After a long bout of hot, sweaty s*x, I pulled her from my bed and made her change into a sports bra and yoga shorts so that I could teach her how to fight and protect herself in case I need her to.
I know I’m teaching her how to fight, but all Penelope can do is gape at me. She looks like every man’s wet dream in her little shorts and top. I have to stifle a groan every time she moves.
She’s sleek and curved like a cat. I have to stop talking when she licks her lips and slides her hands down my chest and abs. “Are you listening to me?” I ask.
Pen shrugs her shoulders. “I guess,” She replies weakly.
I roll my eyes. “No, you’re not, Little one. What’s wrong?”
Pen
