Vincent’s POV

My brain stops working for ten solid seconds.

Penelope on her knees, her big innocent eyes blinking up at me, her lips parted softly.

I’m dead.

I’m fucking gutted, dead and buried.

“Princess…” my voice comes out strangled. My cock throbs, aching for her tough. Her warmth. “You…”

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she replies, taking my cock in her hand and giving it a slow stroke. “I’ve wondered what you would taste like…what you’d feel like in my mouth. Down my throat.”

“Really?”

She nods, readjusting so she was better centered between my legs. “You’ve thought of it too, right?”

Inhaling sharply through my teeth, I...