"You're so fucking tight!" He hissed, between gritted teeth. Penny’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, her eyes bugging as he slowly, made his way out of her tightness before pressing back into it.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" Penny whimpered, as Able mercilessly filled and emptied her womanhood, over and over again.
She had never been so full, never before, felt so stuffed, as she did in this moment. Her box felt abused but in such a wonderful way, that she didn’t even mind, in fact, she totally approved.
Reaching between their bodies, she ran her fingertip around her, stretched thin, opening. The feel, had her eyes darting down, to catch sight of Able’s massive cock as it filled her snatch. Her eyes went wide. She had known it was big but seeing it with her own eyes stuffed into her tightness, well… just forget about it.
"You like that, Livi?” Able questioned, in need of her approval.
“Fuck yes!” She confessed, too fast.
She had never been with anyone like Able, before. Never had anyone be rough with her, not like he was being. He wasn’t hurting her, just giving her enough pain to make the pleasure even that much more. His bites didn't break the skin and his thrusts didn't rip her most sensitive of places. His body, just let hers know, that it was his way or no way. He was in complete control and Penny wasn’t hating it, in fact, she was downright loving it.
Everything in her world had always been, so controlled. Her dance, her wants, her needs; she ruled over them all. Deep down, it exhausted her. Able took that all away from her, took her power, her control, her choice, hell, he was starting to take over her entire being. She handed over the power on a silver platter, she didn't want it anymore. It was too heavy.
Able could feel Penny getting close, once again. Felt her buck up her hips, trying to speed her way to the finish line. He wasn't ready for, that yet, though. In one fast move, he ripped his cock free of her, making her eyes go wide, in panicked frustration.
"Not yet! I want you on all fours, ass up face in the mattress!" He ordered, sitting back on his heels.
Penny eyed him for a moment, taking in a few, much needed, ragged breaths. His body was slick with sweat, his muscles tight. He looked like a statue, built to represent everything that was beauty in the male form. She didn’t argue with the stony, sex God. Instead, she just gave a little nod, as she flipped over on the mattress.
Penny’s eyes, nervously darted around the room until they locked on the mirror that sat on top of her dresser. It was large, showing her in perfect detail, exactly what was happening. Instantly, her pussy clutched, as she watched Able in the reflection.
Able eyed Penny, with a demon's smirk on his face. Her spine was perfectly curved, her ass perky and firm. Fucking perfection.
He gripped his cock, running the tip through her folds, nudging at her clit. She was expecting him to dive in, which, is why he didn't.
Gripping his cock, Able lined up with Penny’s core, slowly pressing into her, but just for an inch, before stilling his actions. He waited until her whines became enough then granted her one more inch. He was a skilled master of making her beg for his manhood. Penny had never felt so wanting in all her life. A good, five minutes later, and he finally came to rest fully inside her. Every inch, her body could take of him, laid heavy in her center.
Quickly, she reached up to grab hold of the rails on her bed frame, gripping them tight, readying herself for what was to come. Grab the bar. She had done it in her dancing a million times over, just so that she wouldn’t fall. Now, though, she didn’t feel like it was really gonna help her any. She was already too far gone for that.
A quick jerk of Able’s hips, had Penny’s knees shaking and when he gave it to her, long and deep. It had her crying out the name’s of gods, that she didn't even know existed.
She was a whimpering mess, under him. She had a hard time catching her breath as she continued to grip the bed frame, white knuckled. He was really starting to pound her now. A jackhammer, would be envious of Able’s skill. It hurt, so fucking good, that Penny couldn't even form the words to tell him to stop, so instead, she just cried out into the pillow, willing her body to hold up under his brutal assault.
Then, out of nowhere, he stopped.
“Not, yet,” He leaned down, whispering the words into her ear as he pulled his cock, free of her, shady cunt.
Penny didn’t even have time to curse him before he was flipping her onto her back.
Able eyed her with pride. She was a fucking mess. Her hair wild and makeup smeared. Her chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths that she couldn't seem to get enough of. Her knees bent, as he ran his palms up and down the inside of her thighs, loving the way they trembled under his touch.
Licking his lips, Able eyes, ate Penny up, from her sweat slicked tits, all the way down to her angry looking pussy. It was red and puffy from the hard fuck that his cock had handed it. When his eyes locked with hers, he saw a storm of want, lust, pain, need, annoyance and a bit of hate at not being able to have her end, no doubt.
She was so fucking sexy in this moment, looking as if she wanted to say a million things but couldn’t with the way her lower lip trembled in its place. She looked like she wanted to pounce and take her own end. But, behind that, Able saw something else flashing in her eyes, something that scared him a little because he was positive that the same look was filling his orbs as well.
The moment grew long, it seeped and filled the room
with tension, expectation, and a heavy anticipation of what was to come. He watched as her eyes darted to the right then back to him, again, making him catch sight of the mirror to his left.
His brow raised as he turned his attention, back to her.
"I see you…," He rasped with a low growl, taking in her reaction. She got the look of a girl who had just been caught, stealing candy from the local Mini Mart.
Slowly, Penny shook her head up and down, watching as Able licked his lips, above her. She wanted those lips of his, wanted
to kiss them, to nip at the soft flesh they provided. She wanted them on her body, had a need to feel of them everywhere.
Three moves later and Penny found herself laid sideways across the bed, her neck leaned back, and her hair cascading down the side of the mattress. The tips almost brushing the floor. Her legs were spread wide as Able came to lay between them. Her eyes, only capable of taking in the mirror behind her. Of taking in the sight of Able, over top of her, of his hands caressing up and down her body, gripping her breasts as they pointed up to the ceiling.
Penny watched, Able’s every move, as he stroked his cock just inches away from her swollen pussy. He let her wait, let her be needy. He liked this, liked being watched by her. Liked that she couldn't stop licking her lips or grinding against the air that set between their bodies. She was right where he wanted her to be. He could feel the heat radiating off of her as she slid her hand between their bodies, starting to rub hard circles on her needy clit.
It appeared, that she wanted her end, badly enough, that she was going to take it for herself. Able wanted to stop her, take over himself but watching Penny’s little fingers work her box, had its own draws. So, he allowed it, for now. Dipping his head to suck her nipple into his mouth as she worked her womanhood, over.
Penny slid her able fingers, in and out of her overworked core, wishing, they were his shaft, instead. They just weren’t doing the trick, she needed more, needed his cock, his thickness, his length. The moment that he finally pushed her hands away, was the moment, Penny let out a satisfied moan. Able’s heavy cock, filling her depths to utter perfection as she watched on in the mirror. The bed creaked and jerked as he pounded her out, hard and fast. Penny didn't even recognize herself, her face was all wrong, twisted into something she couldn't grasp. She was someone else in this moment. In her reflection, she looked like a woman possessed. Able, wasn't sure where Penny ended and he began. He didn't care to know, either. He liked being, one, with her. He wrapped her up in his
arms, pulling her to his chest, as he sat back on his heels. Instantly, she began to bounce up and down on his shaft, taking even more of him at this angel than she had before. He let her have her ride, let her take a little back as she gripped his shoulders. It wasn’t long, though before Able had to still Penny in her spot. He had felt her flutters, felt her body trying to lock down on his.
No way, could she take all he had to offer but he was damn near, balls deep. He had worked her box to fit him in a way that, no other woman's had, in years. He had no doubt, that if they could be together, a few more times, he would be able to bang back her wall, making her body capable of taking everything he had to give. He shook the thought out of his head. He was never gonna get that chance. This was a one-time thing. He needed to remember that.
Penny’s whimpering brought Able back to her. He looked into her eyes, seeing that she had had enough, he knew it was time.
“I don’t care what happens after this, I want you to know, I’m never gonna regret meeting you, ever.” He rasped, slowly allowing her to start to ride his rod again.
“Fucking, ditto!” Penny cried out, knowing it was true, she was never going to regret him, not ever.
Every word, Able had spoken, was like a hard slap to her clit, like a hard thrust into her very core. Every syllable, every drop in his tone, every time he let the silk and sandpaper, fill his voice Penny felt her core contract.
Able had fucked up, talked too much. He had no control, now. He had, ‘right word’, fucked her, into an orgasm, one that ripped through Penny, so hard, that it knocked the breath from her lungs, as she clamped down on his rock hard, shaft. It was painful, coming on something as large as he was. Painful in the kind of way, that shooting up was for an addict, as in, it hurt like a bitch but was followed by such an amazing feeling that it made it all worth it, in the end.
She tried to cry out but nothing came, just strangled half choking noises. She had never cum like this before, never been talked into a release, yet here she was, dropping through the air, no longer on the cliff.
Able watched Penny as she came down, all around him. Her features were twisted, her breasts heaving. She was a beautiful mess, clutching at him, and crying out, things he was sure, couldn’t be real words. He let her have it, stayed sunken into her as she sucked his shaft with her pulsing walls. Laying her back down on the bed, he slowly began to thrust his hips.
Penny was gulping in breaths. The sounds of Able’s growls, had her trying to keep up. It was damn hard though, with the way she was losing it inside, losing her vision, her ability to breath, to function on any level, really. He was biting her skin, licking at her flesh as his hot breath had her body convulsing.
"Fuck, I think I lov…,”
Able started, but Penny didn’t let him finish, instead, she gripped him by the hair, tugging him down until his lips, smashed into hers. She didn’t want to hear any of that. People say crazy shit in the moment, hell, she had cried out ‘I love you’, more than once, while being with Cole in the heat of the moment. It didn’t really mean anything. It was just your body talking, saying shit you know isn’t true.
All at once, Able’s body tensed, just as his breath hitched. One deep grunt, had his cock slamming into her, making Penny let out a scream. One that Able swallowed down along with the moans and whimpers that followed it.
Penny felt his warm seed hit her cervix, throb after throb of heat filling her pussy. It flooded her core until it had no choice but to squeeze passed his cock, and drip down the crack of her ass.
His body was trembling over hers as he made little, whimpering noises, above her. She watched on in awe, as the powerful man who had just fucked her stupid, broke the hell down. He crumbled in her arms, and in that moment, Penny knew power. She was strength when he was weakness. She clung to Able’s body as he panted, and jerked in his skin.
It took a good, five minutes, before either, really came back down to earth. Opening his hooded lids, Able locked eyes with Penny’s satisfied hazels. He could tell she was still spinning from her orgasm. It was a beautiful sight to take in, too bad this would be the last time he would ever get the chance to see it.
"No tomorrows…,"
His whispered words, sounded more, question than statement.
"No promises…," her tone, matched his as she looked up into his, heart shattering, blues.
"What about tonight? " This time, it was more prayer than question that riddled Able’s voice.
"Will you be gone in the morning?" Penny’s tone hung heavy with something, a little sadness, a hint of hope, maybe.
Able gave her a nod, for a promise, kissing her lips once more, before rolling onto his back.
Laying her head on his chest, Penny listened as his heart, beat out a rhythm that was all his own. It was soothing, the way his breaths made her head rise and fall as she traced her finger over the top of the ‘Able’, tattoo that set on his left peck.
"You lied about this, you told me it was your grandfather’s name." She whispered, remembering back on a conversation that they had had, during their time at the beach.
"It is, that was true. His name’s Able, too. Holden’s, my middle name." He informed, massaging her scalp with his fingertips. "I want you to know, that I really didn't lie to you about anything else, besides my job." He said, needing her to know he wasn't, that, kind of person.
"Neither did I,"
"I wish you had,”
“Why, would you wish that?” She questioned, her brows furrowed.
“Because of the, hating fame, thing. I wish, that, had been a lie.”
"It wasn't, though. I can't be part of any of it. It's just too big. I’m not that kind of girl." She informed, in a heavy tone, as she laid her head back down on his chest.
"I know, I get it, trust me. I really do but I just wish somehow we could…,"
Leaning up to press her lips to his, Penny stopped him in his tracks.
"We can't, okay, so just leave it? Let’s not make this any harder than it has to be.”
Penny’s lips, might have said those words, but her eyes screamed out something else. Either way, it didn’t matter. She didn't want this, or him, and she definitely didn’t want all the things that came along with his career. He was wasting his time, even thinking, they might have a chance. He didn’t have much of that left, and he knew it. Time that is, so, instead, he used it wisely, pulling Penny even closer, ready to take her again, if she’d let him,
If they really were only gonna have one night together, he was gonna make, damn sure, that it counted.
Chapter 19
P enny woke up alone, wrapped up in cold sheets that still
smelled of sticky, hot sex. Mostly, she found herself happy that Able had slipped away, sometime before her eyes had even dared, to flutter open. She wasn’t at all positive that she could have handled a long, drawn out, good bye with that man. He was just too much of a temptation in person. No doubt, she would have slipped and said something foolish. She probably would have thrown herself at his feet, pleading for them to somehow make it work. It couldn't, though. Able, lived a life that she hated. He wasn't the man for her, any more than Cole was.
Rolling over, her eyes spotted a note that was laid out on the pillow that Able had claimed the night before.
She read it, over and over again, until a tear slipped down her cheek. Quickly, she wadded it up in her hand, giving it a toss, before rolling back over with a heavy sigh.
Able, was currently on a plan, letting out a heavy hearted sigh. He had almost missed his flight. He couldn't help it, though. Waking up with Penny by his side, had him feeling the worst urge ever. He had wanted to shake her, wake her, and make her listen. Beg her to let him stay, beg her to just come with him. It took everything he had to leave her apartment. He felt like such an asshole, leaving her with nothing but a scribbled note and a mess between her thighs.
One more, heavy breath, had Able turning on his phone. He hadn’t even bothered with it this morning. He
had had, way too much going on, to worry about Twitter or Facebook. The only reason he was even turning it on now was to check and see if maybe, Penny had messaged him.
"What the fuck?" He whispered as his message box appeared, showing an extremely high amount of messages. Nobody really had his number, not that would blow his shit up like that, anyway. Quickly, he started tapping the screen, scanning down, until the very end. "Shit," he cursed himself.
They were all from Cole. Able, had forgotten all about his friend saying that he needed to see him before he left out. Now, he felt like an even bigger asshole. He had gotten so wrapped up in last night, that he had lost all track of anything else.
The first ten messages or so was all Cole bitching about the fact that Able had never shown up, then pleading for him to. The next ones, got a little weird. Cole was going on and on about how Able, was his best friend. He talked about all the shit they had been through over the years and all the deep shit they had shared with one another. He spoke about how important Able was to him, and how he wouldn't know what to do if he ever lost him, as a friend.
Able assumed, that Cole had gotten trashed and was having a love fest with his phone but the messages were clear, they didn't look sloppy or drunkenly written, in any way. He continued to read, message after message. The topic shifted, from friendship to Cole rambling on about how much he loved Penny Lane. How he would do anything to keep her, and how he just couldn't lose her. Able was unsure of what it all, meant. Then, his brows furrowed as he read off a particularly troubling message, just loud enough for his own ears to, hear.
"Listen, man, I'm just gonna come out with it, okay. I fucked up, I should have just told you. This is so messed up, please don’t hate me. I love you, man, you have to remember that! Fuck my life here goes.”
A picture message was next, one of Cole and a girl, but not just any girl, it was the woman Able knew as Livi. It was an old picture, Able could tell, by the way, Cole looked at least ten years younger. As for, Livi, she hadn’t really changed much. She still looked just as beautiful as she had when Able left her bed that morning. As confusion sank in, he sucked in a sharp breath, scowling down to the next message from Cole.
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