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Penalty Clause (Risque Contracts Book 1)(9)

By:Fiona Davenport



“Yes! Yes! Caleb, I’m—oh, fuck!

I replaced my tongue with two fingers, curling them up as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. Her body arched as she flew over the edge, screaming my name.

I’d had every intention of stopping there, waiting until I’d romanced her in our hotel and worshiped her body, but her cries of ecstasy blew those plans straight to hell. I couldn’t wait.

Before she completely came down from the high of her orgasm, I had all our clothes removed. “You’re mine, Madeleine. This pussy will only ever feel my cock inside it from now on, only my tongue devouring its nectar, and only deliver my babies.” I left the condoms in the drawer and drove into her, bottoming out on that first thrust. Fucking hell. She cried out as I entered her and I ran my eyes over her face to make sure it wasn’t in pain. Her pools of jade were wide with shock, but glazed over with lust.

I was large to begin with, but her pussy was so tight, it clamped down, squeezing my dick, still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. It took all of my control not to come like a fucking teenager with no stamina. I stilled for a moment, letting her get used to me and gathering my strength, but I didn’t give her long to shake it off, to think this through.

Her juices were coating my cock, allowing me to slide in and out despite the suction from her pussy. I couldn’t hold on to my rhythm, though. Finally being inside her, officially making her mine, and about to fill her with my come—it caused me to burst into a frenzy. I slammed my cock into her, our skin slapping together, mingling with her cries and my groans. I lifted her hips, wrapping her legs around my waist and grasped the headboard behind her. With the support, I whipped my hips into her, pounding with every ounce of my strength.

Her cries had escalated to screams and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “That’s right, baby. Squeeze the fuck out of my cock. I need you to let go, Madeleine. Let go so you can take everything I have for you. I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, plant a piece of me, and make sure you belong to me forever.” She was so caught up in the torrent of sensations, she didn’t respond to my words.

I watched her come once again, fascinated by the beauty of her falling apart. I crashed into her one last time and groaned as I felt myself reach all the way to her cervix while exploding inside her, jets of hot semen coating her, hopefully embedding deep. It was the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced; I kept coming, releasing so much into her, I wondered if I’d have anything left.

Once emptied, I collapsed on top of her, spent and incredibly satisfied. I wasn’t sure how I’d ever let her out of bed. From my research, it had become clear Madeleine’s experience was very limited. There were so many things I wanted to do to her—new ways of fucking to introduce her to. Just thinking about ropes and reddened skin on her ass had my cock twitching.

Realizing I was probably crushing her, I rolled to my side and tucked her against me, my arm banded around her waist. She’d always been mine, but now, I’d made it abundantly clear to her. And, if luck was with me, I’d be doing this again in a year, keeping her full with my babies for a long time.

I sighed at the future before me, utterly content.





Chapter 6


Madeleine


I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I fell asleep in bed with Caleb. He must have fucked me senseless; it was the only explanation for why I spent the remainder of our flight tucked in his arms instead of freaking out about what had just happened between us. But I made up for lost time when he ushered me off the plane and into a waiting limo.

I was completely absorbed in my own thoughts, I barely noticed anything during the ride to the posh hotel where Caleb had booked us a suite. It was my first time in Paris, but my encounter with Caleb left me staring blindly out the window. Two thoughts kept repeating over and over again in my head in an endless loop:

I just had toe-curling, mind-blowing sex with Caleb on his private jet.

Now that he’d gotten me into his bed, how long would he want to keep me there?

Once we were settled into the suite, I finally started to come out of my dazed state. When I stepped onto the terrace and saw the lights on the Eiffel Tower, it finally dawned on me that we really were in Paris.

“What about customs?” I asked Caleb as he pressed me against the railing, his arms caging me in.

“They checked our passports before I woke you up.”

I turned in his arms, surprised by his answer. “How did they get my passport?”

He dipped his head lower, his answer a whisper against my lips. “I took it from your purse.”

I should have been irritated by his admission, but considering his dick had just been inside me, I couldn’t find it within myself to be pissed. “Didn’t they need to see me to confirm my identity?”

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