Twister

Untitled Part 1

The front door closed as Penelope walked into their cozy apartment littered with plants, a fight she had won with Colin. The two had been together for almost three years and had moved in two years ago, and ever since have been perfectly content. Until last week when Colin got a little too cocky.

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"Doubtful Penelope, incredibly doubtful," Colin said as he scrubbed the dishes from dinner that night.

"I can too!" Penelope insisted as she dried the dishes with a sage green towel gifted to them by Violet.

"Out of either of us I don't think you would win twister. You probably can't reach across the board," he says, not looking up from the pan he was scrubbing. Penelope grabbed her towel and wound it up before whipping it across his ass eliciting a yelp from him.

"Ow! The hell was that for?" he said looking at her with his brow furrowed

"For being an ass," she said with an innocent smile splayed across her lips while batting her lashes at him, "I'll have you know I'm very flexible," she continued on as she grabbed a plate to dry.

"Oh, trust me, I'm well aware," Colin murmured with a smirk on his lips. The two were fairly adventurous when it came to their bedroom life, and with that adventure came lots of discoveries like the fact that Penelope could contort her body easily.

"However I don't think that merely being flexible will allow you to win twister," he said with a shrug looking at his short girlfriend.

"Just you wait Colin Bridgerton, I'm going to whoop your ass at twister," She replied with a confident smile on her face before going to stand behind him. She trailed her small hands along the hem of his shirt before pushing her hands under the shirt and feeling the muscular chest of her boyfriend. He inhaled sharply at her touch before looking over his shoulder and at the small red headed woman behind him.

"What do you think your doing there," he said with a warm look in his eyes

"Just warming my hands up," she said as she began to let her hands trail down until they were at the waistband of his shorts. She paused for a moment as she felt him tense beneath her until she finally pushed one of her hands down into his shorts, trailing her fingers softly over his sensitive skin while he began mumbling nonsense under his breath. She could feel his shorts tightening as he grew harder, she stroked his cock lightly causing him to twitch in her hand and groan loudly while gripping the counter harshly. She stroked him a few more times before quickly removing her hand from him and walking to the fridge.

"I'm thirsty," she said with a taunting look in her eyes before opening the fridge. He strode over to her quickly and slammed the fridge shut grabbing both of her wrists and dragging her to the sink where he had been standing mere moments ago and bent her over so her ass was pushed out for him while her toes were barely touching the floor.

"You shouldn't have teased me," he said as he cupped her ass before winding up to smack her covered ass. She was wearing a skirt that day which gave him easy access to her, unbeknownst to him she did it purposely every single time. She cried out as he smacked her ass and began wriggling in his grasp until he placed his arm down on her back keeping her pinned in place as he trailed his hand from her thigh up to her now weeping cunt. He groaned in suprise when he found her bare beneath the skirt, practically begging him to fuck her right then and there.

"Christ Penelope, no panties?" He grumbled as he swiped his finger along her slit drawing a small moan from her.

"I asked you a question," He said before smacking her bare ass once again, "Did you decide not to wear panties because you wanted to be fucked like a whore," he growled in her ear