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“Brother, you are finally here” said Benedict, closing the door behind his younger brother.
“Hi, sorry I'm late, there was a lot of traffic,” said Colin, putting a gift bag on the counter.
"It's ok, Col” responded Anthony sitting on the couch talking with Michael and John “Greg is not here yet, he called and said he was running late too”
The doorbell rang and Ben said “That must be him” Gregory enter carrying a couple bottles of vodka and shouting:
“It is party time! Let´s get Ant married!” and looking around added “Wait, where are the strippers we talked about”
“What strippers?” asked Anthony looking at Benedict sternly.
"It's nothing brother, don't worry” Ben said putting the bottles in the fridge.
“I am already worrying, Kate and I agreed we would have calmed bachelor parties, nothing too big”
Colin laughed and said “Please Ant, do you really think the girls do not have any strippers? Hyacinth planned Kate's party, for sure there are at least one for each”
Anthony groaned and refilled his glass.
Half an hour later Ben received a notification on his phone and went to open the door saying “Attention, gentleman, we have a special guest with us nothing”
The door opened and the most gorgeous woman Colin ever saw entered wearing a short emerald dress that made her red hair glow. She was wearing high heels but he could see that she was no taller than five feet and had the most beautiful blue eyes on the planet.
“Hi” she said ´fuck, even her voice was perfect´ he thought “I am Petra, but you can call me P” she gave Ben her bag and started walking towards Colin “I think you must be the groom…” but before he could say a word she avoided him and continued towards Anthony who was standing behind Colin. He relaxed a bit, but it didn't last long, because when he saw P approach his brother, something inside him shuddered, his stomach turned and his throat went dry. “Heard you are a very lucky man, your brother has talked very good about you, so I think you deserve a last night of freedom and fun, what do you think?” without giving Anthony any time to respond she pushed him against the couch and straddled him. Music played in the background and she started caressing his shoulders, moving her hips over him causing Anthony to fall silent.
The rest of the men stood around watching the little redhead give the older Bridgerton a lapdance. Gregory and Michael sat on either side of Anthony, while Ben and Colin watched from across the couch, all delighted with her moves.
P took Anthony's hands and placed them on her breasts moving to the rhythm of the music, suddenly she stood up and began to dance around the couch, making everyone follow her with their eyes, dazzled by her beauty, attracting them like a siren attracts sailors. She continued her way until she reached Colin and turning her back on him she said "Would you be so kind as to help me with the zipper sir?" she said with mischief in her voice, Colin couldn't talk so he just unzipped her dress nodding.
She let the dress drop to her feet revealing a set of red lingerie that did very little to cover her, she turned around so Colin could see the beauty that her breasts were, so full and big that he had to resist the urge to touch them. Petra suddenly dropped to her knees and Colin got nervous, ´what is she doing? Wait, is she actually going to do this? Is this part of the package?´ but then he saw her grabbing her dress and throwing it over her head to fall over Anthony's lap and continued dancing, passing in front of Gregory she took his face making it level with hers and watched as she whispered in his brother's ear making the young Bridgerton blush, she then went to John where she got on all fours and with her back to him danced giving him what was surely the best view in the universe, seeing her round ass jiggling when she twerked must have been glorious 'damn John' he thought. Walking over to Michael who took her hand and twirled her around making P blush and turned back to Anthony who hadn't dared to touch the dress that was still on his lap.
She straddled him once again and said “This is the last song sweetie, are you sure you do not want to enjoy it?” bringing his face to her boobs, he sinked right in, gaining a round of applause from everyone except Colin, who was furious that his brother was kissing another woman's breasts when he was about to get married, but being honest, what made Colin angry the most it was that he wanted to be doing it.
When P was on her knees in front of him, he could not only feel lust but a spark, something he never felt before, like he could finally see through her mask, and saw her true self. He wanted to grab her and cover her so his disgusting brothers and friends could not see her, she was precious, they were not worthy of her, he was not worthy of her.
When the song ended, P stood up, grabbed her dress, twirled and bowed, getting another round of applause and praise from the men who were still enthralled by her beauty and skill. She came up to Ben and whispered something to him, he led her to his room, and Colin worried. Was she not only a stripper but a prostitute? Had Ben hired her for the night? Jealousy quickly consumed him, and before he could even think about what he was doing, he ran to his brother's room and slammed the door.
"Ahhhhh," yelled Petra, who was sitting on the bed without her clothes and covering herself with a towel. "What are you doing?"
"Oh," said Colin, absorbed by the sight. "I'm sorry, I thought..."
"What?" she said angrily. "What did you think?"
"It's just... I thought—I thought... you might need help," he said, forming the most plausible lie he could manage due to his nerves.
"Help with what?" she said.
"With... with your dress," he said. "Since you asked me for help earlier, I thought you'd need me now too."
"Oh, right, I'd forgotten about that," she said disinterestedly. "But it's not necessary, thank you. I have another change of clothes here. You can go and close the door" she said without turning to look at him.
´How is it possible that she doesn't remember I helped her with her dress?´ He definitely wouldn't forget.
Leaving the room, he ran into Benedict in the hallway coming out of the bathroom. When he saw his brother coming out of his room, he asked, "Is everything okay, Col? What were you doing in there with Penelope?"
"Penelope?" he asked.
"Oh shit," her brother said. "I shouldn't have said that. Don't tell anyone, but Petra is her stage name."
´Penelope, what a beautiful name´
"I walked in by accident," Colin said, unconvincingly.
"Of course," Ben said, not believing him.
The brothers returned to the living room where the rest of the men were talking about Petra, or rather, Penelope.
"Did you see the size of those beauties?" Gregory said. "How did they feel, Ant?" Colin hit him upside the head. "Hey! What was that?"
"You should speak with more respect. She's a lady. Don't talk about her like that," Colin said angrily, causing everyone to look at him curiously.
"Well, I'm just saying she literally stripped naked in front of us. I think she'll understand why I'm talking like that."
"Maybe, but still, it's not gentlemanly to talk about a woman like that. No matter how she's dressed or what she does, she came to work and deserves our respect, so you better behave yourself."
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"Maybe, but still, it's not gentlemanly to talk about a woman like that. No matter how she's dressed or what she does, she came to work and deserves our respect, so behave yourself." Penelope heard from the other side of the door.
She was already dressed but waited till the conversation turned to another topic before going out.
She did not know what to think, this man that entered the room abruptly and lied about helping her with her dress was now defending her from a flattery from his own brother, this was strange. Usually when she does one of these works, men jump to her, and want to touch her, but this group was different, they let her do her job and only touched her when she allowed it.
She was lucky, that's for sure. Besides being respectful, they were all attractive, especially the one who burst into the room. Of course, she remembered him helping her with her dress. How could she forget? He was the tallest of them all, with those sapphire blue eyes, that silky hair she was dying to touch, and as she knelt in front of him, she could have sworn she saw the beginning of an erection. To be honest, who can blame him? She's a bombshell. With her curves, her red hair, the best breasts in the country, and those eyes that made you get lost in them, no one can blame him for getting excited.
When the voices on the other side of the door seemed to change the subject, Penelope stepped out and found all the men seated, the tallest being the only one who could see her. He was mid-sentence when their eyes connected and she smiled. He looked her up and down, his mouth still open, and just stared at her. Benedict, seeing his brother's expression, followed his gaze and found Penelope. She had changed into a tight red top and a leather skirt that barely covered her perfect ass.
The second Bridgerton stood up and offered her something to drink, which she graciously accepted and sat down on the couch among the rest of the guests. "Do you mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Not at all," Michael replied.
The conversation continued as if nothing had happened, but Penelope could still feel Colin's sharp gaze on her. It was like a magnet pulling her toward him. It wasn't the first time she'd felt attracted to a client, and it definitely wasn't the first time a client wanted something more with her, but usually it was just the fantasy of sleeping with a stripper. The only time she slept with a client, he tried to pay her afterward. Penelope refused, explaining that it wasn't part of the job; she felt used. She believed he was attracted to her and not just Petra, so from that day on, she decided never to cross that line again.
But for some reason, this man was different. When he entered the room, he didn't make any moves on her. He defended her with his brother and now stood two meters away. He was a complete enigma.
Seeing that her glass was empty, she decided to go get some water from the kitchen. Opening the cooler, she tried to get some ice cubes, but they were so frozen they were impossible to separate, and she began to struggle with the device.
"Can I help you?" said a voice behind her.
"Oh," Pen said, turning around to find the same Bridgerton brother watching her. "Yes, thank you."
Colin approached the ice bucket and, after trying to remove some ice and finding it impossible, poured a little water inside to try to separate them. After a few seconds, the ice gave way, and Colin filled the glass with the cubes.
"There you go," he said with a gallant smile.
"Well, thank you very much. It seems you're always helping me" she said flirtatiously, and to his confused face, she added, "First the dress, and now this," she clarified.
"Ah, that, yes, well, actually I am very helpful indeed. I love to leave my company satisfied," he said, almost whispering in her ear, and leaving the kitchen.
Penelope stood motionless, holding the glass of ice in her hand. After a few seconds of catching her breath, she poured water into the glass and returned to the living room. She left an hour later.
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3 days later…
Colin couldn't keep Penelope out of his mind, he saw her in his dreams. Only three days had passed, and it felt like an eternity. At work, everything reminded him of her. He had to interview a hotel manager for an article. The girl had eyes the same shade as Penelope's, though not exactly. Penelope's eyes were larger, her pupils flooded the sky blue of her irises, her eyelashes long and defined, and the playful sparkle reflected back at her was something no one could replicate. He had to record the interview because he wasn't paying attention to any of the woman's answers.
The next day, he passed by a lingerie store, in the window there was a photo of a young woman wearing a red lingerie set. It wasn't as pretty as Penelope's, and the girl couldn't compare. She was tall, slim, and blonde, very similar to the type of women Colin had dated in the past, but none of them could compare to the beauty of the mermaid he'd seen at his brother's bachelor party. None with those curves to get lost in like a labyrinth, none with that fiery red hair that replicated the fire he felt inside when thinking about her, and none with those voluptuous breasts that he wanted to bite.
After a few days, he decided to end his misery and ask Benedict for her number. His brother hesitated at first and joked around a bit, but finally gave in and gave him her contact information.
Colin 5:15 PM
Hi Penelope, I'm Colin Bridgerton. I don't know if you remember me. I'm Benedict's brother. I met you at my other brother's bachelor party.
Penelope 11:03 PM
Hi Colin
Yes, I remember you. Sorry for answering so late, but I just left the club.
How can I help you?
Colin 11:04 PM
I hope you're not tired. If you'd prefer, we can talk later.
Penelope 11:07 PM
No, that's fine. I always have time for my clients.
Colin 11:07 PM
I don't want to be your client, I want to ask you out.
It's not like that...
I'm not interested in booking you, I just want to see you.
Penelope 11:10 PM
See me for what? Where?
Colin 11:11 PM
I'd like to get some coffee.
Penelope 11:15 PM
Just to be clear, are you sure you're not looking to book a "Girlfriend Experience"? Because I don't do that stuff, but I can connect you with some girls who do.
Colin 11:16 PM
No nonno
I just want to see you, and chat a bit, is that ok?
Penelope 11:25 PM
Yeah, it's fine
What about tomorrow at 12am I know of a place that it´s really nice, I can send you the info
Colin 11:26 PM
Yeah, that would be amazing
I am so excited to see you, I cannot wait
See you tomorrow, Pen
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Colin 11:26 PM
Yeah, that would be amazing
See you tomorrow, Pen.
´Pen´
Penelope was still holding the cotton ball covered in makeup when she received that last message. No one had ever called her that before. It was already unusual for a client—well, not a client, since he never hired her—but someone she'd danced for to just want to have coffee with her. This kind of situation had happened to her before, and it always ended with her blocking the contact for not understanding her boundaries, and on one occasion, filing a harassment complaint. But something about him was different, something gentle. His attraction to her was obvious, but he seemed to be honest, which was even stranger.
Penelope finished removing her makeup and went to shower. She ate a quick dinner, her favorite: spicy ramen, and went to sleep thinking about the next day.
The next morning she woke up at 10 a.m, exhausted from the previous night. Penelope loved working at the club, although occasionally a customer misbehaved; overall, everyone was very kind. She already had her regular customers, who always booked a private dance. The empowerment she felt dancing on stage surrounded by people watching and complimenting her, some of whom came just to see her, made her feel powerful and in control.
Despite loving her job, being a stripper wasn't her dream. Penelope wanted to be a writer; she had studied literature in college, and after graduating, she landed a permanent position at the company where she had interned during her student years, while also writing her book.
A year ago, she got a contract with a publishing house and quit her demanding and exploitative job so she could dedicate herself full-time to her book. Even so, her finances didn't allow her to stop working, and a friend said she could start dancing at the club with her. After only two months, Penelope realized that working four nights a week and doing the occasional private dance gave her a better standard of living than her nine-to-five job, so from that day on, she writes during the day and dances at night.
Two hours later, Penelope walked into the café and saw Colin sitting in one of the boots by the window. He still hadn't noticed her, and she took the opportunity to sneak a peek. He was dressed in a tight-fitting light blue shirt that perfectly showed off his arm muscles. Penelope's mind filled with images of Colin lifting her up against the wall and thrusting into her hard, and suddenly she could feel the moisture between her legs increasing. ´Shit, he´s so sexy, staying decent will be hard,´ she thought.
Colin looked up and saw her. Penelope could have sworn she saw his breath hitch. After a few seconds, he stood up and greeted her.
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'Shit, she's so beautiful, that dress is a killer,' he thought.
Penelope walked into the café like an angel fallen from heaven. Her white sundress with flowers the same blue as her eyes hugged all her curves in just the right place. But to be honest, there wasn't a single spot on Pen's body Colin wouldn't want to hug or kiss.
After catching his breath, he stood up and greeted her. Once they were seated, he said, "Thanks for agreeing to see me."
“Sure,” said Pen. “I was surprised to receive your message.”
“Oh, why?” He asked.
“Usually when a client contacts me privately, they only look for one thing, and no one uses my real name.”
“Sorry, Ben let your name slip, and since I didn't want this to be a work-related date, I thought I shouldn't use your professional name.”
“So, is this a date?” she asked flirtatiously.
“Well, yes—if you want, obviously… I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry—I don't know if it was a good idea. I understand if you want to leave—”
“Colin, stop, it's okay,” she said, taking his hand. “You just surprised me, that's all. Because of my job, it's hard to know when an invitation is sincere. Most people just want a night with Petra.”
“Well… that's not my case. I want to know Penelope.”
Then they placed their orders and, with their coffees, went for a walk. After two blocks of lively conversation, the two fell silent, and Colin felt the sudden urge to take her hand, and before he could even think about it, he did. To his surprise, he felt Penelope's hand begin to caress his. The conversation continued, and they decided to sit in a nearby park to continue talking and eat some scones they had bought.
The conversation flowed smoothly. Colin felt as if he'd known Penelope his whole life. He told her about his future plans, how he wanted to stop traveling to put down roots and be closer to his family. Because of his job, he was traveling for months on end and could only be here for a week at a time, and when he came home, a horrible office job awaited him. He told her how he hated watching his nephews grow up so far away and missing out on those everyday milestones. He told her his dream was to open a bookstore and start writing his own travel books with all the information he'd collected over the years. He was surprised to hear that she wanted to write too, and in fact, was already doing so.
"What's your book about?" he asked the interested.
"It's a period romance that follows the story of an upper-class family and focuses on the role of women at that time, describing how it was thought that the only value they had was having children, but my protagonist wants much more than a family." She replied, and Colin couldn't help but notice the sparkle in her eyes as she talked about her book; it was clear she was passionate about it.
"So when you publish your book, are you going to keep dancing?" Colin asked, trying not to sound jealous.
"Well, my dream is to be able to make a living from books, but I find it a bit complicated. It usually takes a while to get there, so until I achieve it, yes, I'll keep dancing," she replied thoughtfully.
“You know, you are really good at it,” he said honestly.
“Oh, thank you” she said and he could really tell she was surprised about it.
“What? Aren't you used to people complimenting your dancing?”
“No, it's not that, it's just—nothing.”
“No, tell me, it's just what?”
“I'm just surprised you're taking it so well since the last person I dated didn't like me working at the club,” Penelope's eyes widened as she realized what she'd said. “It's not like we're dating, for God's sake, it's just our first date—no—”
“Hey, Pen, it's okay,” he said, taking her hand. “I'd like to go out with you. Of course, if you don't want to, I understand, but I'd like to get to know you better. You're really easy to talk to. I feel like you understand me and don't judge me. Besides, you're extraordinarily beautiful, and I'd die if I never saw you again. Not to be too over the top or anything,” he said, earning a giggle from Penelope.
“I would like that too” she said and Colin took her hand in his.
After drinking their coffees, they went for ice cream. Walking while holding Penelope's hand felt just right, as if all this time he'd been waiting for her. On the way to the ice cream shop, they passed a bookstore and stopped to look in the window, seeing her reflection in the glass Colin couldn't help but think that the day he had his own bookstore, Pen's books would have their own section right at the door so everyone could see his wife's fabulous books.
´Wife?´ he thought. ´Where did that come from? It's just our first date, Colin, pull yourself together.´
Once at the ice cream shop…
"What's your favorite flavor?" Colin asked.
"Granita cream and lemon," she said.
"Oh, c'mon Pen, that can't be true," he said, horrified.
"What? Why?" She said, laughing.
“You can't possibly like that. What about Swiss chocolate or chocolate chunks? You know, the ones that are so heavy you have to lie down after eating them?” he said, causing Penelope to laugh.
“I'm not a fan of those flavors. I prefer lighter ones. That way I can eat more, or else I'll get sick.”
“I don't think I've ever had that problem. Still, I can't believe what you're going to order. But to be honest, you had to have some flaws. You couldn´t be all perfect—pretty, smart, funny, and also a good ice cream taster? No, it was too much,” he said, kissing her cheek, causing her to blush.
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Waiting at the counter for their ice cream to be prepared, Penelope couldn't help but feel simply lucky. Here she was, on a date with an incredible man—kind, polite, funny, and incredibly handsome. Talking to Colin was easy, without fear of being judged, without shame for her work and without fear of telling him her dreams. She had to resist running her fingers through his hair several times, so silky and shiny she swore it felt like a cloud.
Watching him eat his ice cream, how he sucked on the cone to keep it from melting, how he used his tongue to clean his lips of the remaining cream, Penelope wanted to taste his ice cream just to get a closer look at what his mouth would taste like at that moment. Maybe next time she'd order the same thing he did.
"Is there something on my face?" he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"What?" She asked, not understanding.
"Is there something on my face? You are looking at me" he explained.
"Oh, no, no, you already wiped it off," she said, blushing. It seemed like Colin could read her thoughts, because he began licking his ice cream in an unnecessarily sexual way, taking long licks, molding the creamy texture, and making eye contact with her. This made Penelope feel warm and butterflies in her stomach, and a little lower down, too. So, to control herself a little, she decided to go to the bathroom and splash some water on her face. Once back at the table and finished the ice cream, Colin walked Pen to her apartment. Once at the door:
"Here we are," she said.
"That's right," he replied. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and they could have sworn the air around them grew thicker, filled with the desire that flooded them both.
"Pen, I really want to kiss you," he said, approaching her and waiting for her answer.
"Then do it," and before she could even take a breath, she felt his lips crashing against hers, stealing not only her breath but her heart. Penelope tangled her hands in his hair and realized it was indeed like touching the clouds. Colin took her by the waist and pulled her towards him, allowing Penelope to feel his growing erection against her stomach. Deepening the kiss, she opened her lips to let his tongue explore her mouth, and she let out a small moan. Colin began to lower his hands slowly until he reached her perfect ass, which he had wanted to touch for so long.
Penelope broke the kiss and without saying anything, took Colin's hand and entered the building, greeting the guard normally. She touched the elevator button, which soon arrived. The doors opened, and they entered. Still holding hands, Penelope touched the button for the third floor, and in silence they went up. After a few seconds, the doors opened, and she led them to her door, apartment "C" She searched her purse for her keys and opened the door. Once inside the apartment, Penelope dropped her purse and began kissing Colin again.
His hands on her body were as if she were being embraced by millions of stars. Colin roamed over her body, adoring it as if he wanted to record it in his memory. He made her feel more loved and desired than ever. She didn't want that feeling to ever end, and yet it did, because Colin broke the kiss and looked her dead in the eyes.
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"Pen," he said.
"Sorry," she said. "Am I going too fast? We can just talk if you want."
"No, no, I don't want that, I want this," he said, nodding his head at them. "I just want to be clear, I'm not here for Petra. This isn't a one-time thing, at least not for me. I need you to understand that and believe me."
Penelope's eyes watered. For the first time, someone saw her as more than a stripper. For the first time, someone saw her for who she was, wanted her for who she was.
"I believe you," she said finally. "And I want the same thing. I want you, Colin. And I don't want this to be a one-time thing."
That was all Colin needed to break free and let his deepest desires take control of the situation. He took Penelope and held her against the wall, kissing her. He took her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pressing his erection against her hot center.
His kisses were hungry, needy, and desperate, as if once he stopped kissing her, she would vanish, and that was something Colin couldn't allow. Moving his kisses down her neck, intending to leave marks, he began to suckle, so that the next time Penelope danced in the club, everyone would see who she belonged to. He licked a path down to her collarbone, eliciting whimpers from Penelope as she moaned his name, tugged at his hair, and scratched at his scalp with her nails.
"Colin, I need you," she said, almost pleading.
"I'm here, beautiful," he said, still holding his mouth on her neck.
"No, that's not enough. I need you inside me," she said, practically crying.
"You say where."
“My room, now."
"Lead me."
Colin put Penelope down but didn't stop kissing her. With their eyes closed, bumping into every piece of furniture in the apartment, they reached her bedroom, where Penelope threw Colin onto the bed and straddled him.
She took off her dress and revealed a lingerie set just like the one she'd worn at the party, but in white. 'Shit, this woman is gonna kill me,' he thought. Colin sat up so he could take one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking it through the fabric of her bra. At the same time, he could feel Penelope unbuttoning his jeans and reaching in to pump his painfully hard member. Unable to hold it in any longer, he grabbed her and laid her on her back, settling between her legs. Hearing Penelope's squeak, he said:
"Sorry, princess. You can ride me another time, maybe in the second round, but right now I need to fuck you like you've never been before, so, you won't be able to walk for a week, and every time you dance in the club, you'll feel me between your legs and remember this moment."
Without wasting any more time, Colin stripped off his clothes and removed Penelope's lingerie so there wasn't even an inch of fabric separating them. He began to slowly descend, kissing her neck, passing over her breasts, continuing with her abdomen, which he soaked with more kisses until he reached her dripping cunt and began to devour her.
“Colin,” she moaned. “Stop, I need you.”
“You have me, Pen.”
“No, you misunderstood me,” she said, grabbing his hair tightly so he could look her in the eyes. “If I have to wait to ride you, you’ll have to wait to eat me out. Now bring your beautiful ass over here and fuck me like you promised.”
Penelope didn't need to repeat herself, Colin quickly adjusted himself and abruptly stopped.
"A condom," he said. "Shit, I didn't bring one, do you have any?"
"Yes, but I don't want one. I have an IUD and I'm clean."
"Me too," he said.
"Then I trust you," she said, and taking him closer so she could whisper in her ear, "I want to feel every inch of your beautiful cock. I want to feel you fill me with your seed, and I want to spend the day feeling it dripping down my legs."
"Fuck," he said, almost cumming on the spot from hearing the things she whispered to him.
Colin began to enter her slowly, reveling in how her tight, soaked pussy felt around his big, hard member. Beneath him, Penelope took deep breaths to relax and let him in. Colin knew he was big and had often been a problem, and Penelope was very small, so he'd have to give her time to adjust so he wouldn't hurt her.
She had her eyes closed tightly, her hands clutching the sheets, and her mouth forming an 'O'.
"Are you okay, Pen? Am I hurting you?" Colin asked, worried.
"On the contrary," she replied. "A cock has never felt so good inside me. Fuck, I love the way you stretch me. Please, Colin, move and don't hold back."
Without even allowing himself time to consider what she had said, because if he had thought about it, he would have let himself confess that he was falling in love and couldn't tell her so quickly. So he began thrusting into her mercilessly, causing Penelope to scream with pleasure, marking his back with her nails, creating an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain that kept him right on the edge.
Taking her by the waist so he could hammer inside her, seeing her beneath him was the most erotic image he had ever seen, her fiery red hair surrounding her face like the halo of a sex angel, her breasts jigging with each thrust, and her eyes filled with lust watching him.
Changing the angle slightly, he began hitting her G-spot, causing Penelope to fall silent, her eyes closing as she tried to follow the delicious sensation. A second later, she reached her climax, squeezing Colin in an almost painful way that only made him continue harder. Encouraging him to give her another orgasm just to watch her come undone in front of him.
Without giving her time to recover from her first orgasm, Colin brought one of his hands to her clit and began massaging it with circular but strong movements. Penelope abruptly opened her eyes and, seeing what Colin was doing with his hand, shook her head.
“Colin, it’s too much,” she said between moans.
“Come on, Pen, give me another one and we’ll come together.”
“It’s just—it’s just—I can’t… I was never able to reach a second orgasm the same round, just use me.”
“Oh no, I can’t allow that,” he said, continuing with his task. “I can’t allow a girl as beautiful as you to have only one orgasm at a time. Maybe the people you were with didn’t know how to treat you, but now you’re with me, princess, and I demand at least two, if not three,” he said, causing Penelope’s eyes to open abruptly. “But don’t worry, just for today, I’ll settle for two.”
After a few minutes of exquisite pleasure, Penelope’s breathing began to rattle, making him understand that she was on the verge of orgasm.
"That's right, Penelope, come with me and I'll fill you the way you want."
Hearing his words, Penelope couldn't hold it in any longer and came harder than before, squirting, screaming his name and pulling at his hair. She felt Colin follow her, filling her with his seed, feeling the heat emanating from within her. He still didn't stop, continuing to bury his cock inside her, to accompany her until the end of her orgasm.
Colin had never come so hard before. It seemed like his orgasm lasted forever, or was it more than one? It was heavenly. He had enjoyed sex in the past, but sex with Penelope was out of this world, as if their bodies had been made for each other. He knew at that moment that it would be impossible to stay away from this siren.
He collapsed on top of Penelope, still buried inside her, and holding on to his arms so as not to crush her, he could feel Penelope clamping her legs around him to keep him from pulling out. Once conscious, he began kissing her neck, speaking words of praise, waiting for her to return from her climax.
After a few minutes, Penelope's breathing normalized, and she took him in so she could kiss him, this time slowly, without rushing. This kiss wasn't meant to stir things up; it was pure affection and gratitude, for putting her pleasure first, for making her enjoy her body in ways she never had before. In that kiss, she wanted to communicate all the things she couldn't yet tell him. She trusted that he would understand everything, and he did. Colin could feel everything reflected in the kiss. Then he rested his head on her chest, feeling it move with her breathing, and after a few minutes of delicious silence, he got up despite her complaints, went to the bathroom, and brought a wet towel to clean her up, along with a glass of water for her to drink.
Penelope was surprised; never had a sexual partner taken such good care of her after sex, not even her official partners had ever cared so much about her. Colin was definitely out of this world. The love and care with which he ran the towel over her core, knowing how sensitive and overstimulated she was, and how he made sure she drank all the water.
Then Colin returned to the bed and hugged her so she was resting on his chest.
"If this is how it's going to end every time, I'm going to start hiring strippers more often," Colin said, earning a punch in the ribs from Pen. "Oooh, just kidding, just kidding," he said, half laughing and half groaning from the pain. "You are the only stripper I want."
"You better," Penelope said, settling back down next to him and hugging him.
"Colin…"
"Hm?" he said almost-asleep.
"Do you want to stay?" She asked timidly. It was already too much for one day, a date, and sex. Most would think it was enough and they should just see each other another day, but Penelope couldn't get enough of this Prince Charming who had made her see stars more than once, in bed and before that too. Colin's eyes nearly popped out of his head. There was nothing he wanted more than to be with her for life, and he was frighteningly waiting for the moment she kicked him out and promised to call the next day. He never would have thought she'd invite him to stay, and Colin couldn't be happier or more relieved that that was the case. Looking into her eyes with more love than he could ever understand, he said:
"I would love to"