CHAPTER 177: MORNING SWEETNESS

This Chapter is dedicated to Sherry999. Hey Sherry, thanks for the golden ticket love. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

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The morning sun spilled golden light through the curtains, painting the room in warm hues. Birds sang their sweet melodies, but their songs were drowned out by something far more primal. The sound of Penny’s breathless moans as she was pulled from sleep by the relentless, deep thrusts of the man buried inside her.

Her eyes flew open, her back arching off the bed as another broken cry tore from her lips. Oh God. He was already moving inside of her, already stretching her so full she could barely think.

Her hands grabbed a handful of sheets as she squeezed it.

Osvaldo’s grip on her hips was ironclad, his fingers pressing into her soft skin as he dragged her back onto his cock with every stroke.

"Fuck, Penguin," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Look at you-already so fucking wet for me, even in your sleep."

Penny whimpered, her thighs trembling as he pushed deeper, harder, the thick length of him hitting a place inside her that made her vision blur.

"I-I didn’t-ah!" Her words dissolved into a gasp as he pulled her legs higher, spreading her wider, letting her feel every inch of him.

"You didn’t what?" he taunted, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and dangerous.

"I... I."

"Didn’t think I’d wake you up like this? Didn’t think I’d fuck you so deep you’d forget to speak?" His teeth grazed her throat.

"Or didn’t think your tight little cunt would beg for it the second I touched you?"

A shiver wracked her body. His words were filthy and yet they sent liquid heat pooling between her legs.

Was he blaming her for this?

She had been asleep, how would she know what her body wanted?

She couldn’t believe this is the same Osvaldo that had been nice to her the night before. He’s the same man that had taken good care of her.

Osvaldo was the ideal man but in bed. He was a beast.

"Ah, oh... Ah... "O-Osvaldo-"

"Say it again," he demanded, his thrusts turning brutal, each one punching a moan from her lips. "Say my name like you’re fucking praying to me."

She couldn’t help it, she obeyed, her voice breaking as she chanted his name like a mantra. "O... svaldo Osvaldo-oh God!"

He groaned, his grip tightening. "That’s it." He thrust faster and Penny felt like she was losing her mind.

And God, it was good. Too good. Every drag of his cock lit her nerves on fire, every snap of his hips sent pleasure crashing through her like a tidal wave.

She was drowning in him, in the way he filled her, in the way his voice curled around her like smoke-dark and intoxicating.

Penny’s fingers twisted in the sheets, her cries muffled against the mattress as he took her harder, deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"God Penguin!" Osvaldo muttered, his movement faster this time. He was fighting hard to stay completely sane, but the pleasure he felt was drowning him too much.

His Penguin felt so good on him. The way she squeezed him with every thrust was making him go mad. Osvaldo has never experienced anything this good before.

Penny on the other hand had gone insane. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could only feel as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core, threatening to snap.

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice a rough command. "Now."

And just like that, she shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning, her body clamping around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Osvaldo didn’t sto, he fucked her through it, his own release hitting him moments later as he spilled inside her with a groan, his hips stuttering as he filled her to the brim.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were their ragged breaths.

Then, slowly, Osvaldo pulled her against his chest, his lips brushing her ear in a kiss that was so tender after the way he’d just wrecked her.

He held her like a precious gift, like something that could shatter if he made a little mistake.

"Still with me, Penguin?" he murmured.

Penny could only nod weakly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

She had no expected to be greeted like this this early, after everything that happened the night before. But her madman was unpredictable.

He smirked. "Good. Because we’re just getting started."

And just like that, she knew, she would never recover from him.

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Maybelline waited all morning for her daughter but Ariana didn’t return home. She had a bad feeling about this. Did Ariana go with the Peterson’s? That thought alone made her blood boil.

She would never allow it. She would make sure she deals with them if they try to convince her daughter to stay.

Ariana couldn’t be that stupid could she?

She picked her purse and stepped out of the mansion. She must visit the Peterson’s at once to get her daughter back.

It doesn’t matter if Ariana is already married to Christian, she would serve them divorce papers herself.

"Where are you going to?" David who had only just woken up as his wife who looked like she woke up from the wrong side of the bed this morning.

"It’s past eleven David and Ari is yet to be home." May said.

"So?" David asked. His child was not a little girl, plus this wouldn’t be the first time she isn’t at home with them.

"So?" May spat. "Is that all you’ll say?"

"Our daughter didn’t come home with us last night David. Ari might still be with those people."

"If she’s with them she’s a part of them. Isn’t thins all you wanted? For our daughter to be married into the wealthiest family." May clenched her hands into a fist. This stupid husband of hers.

"How was I supposed to know they were a scam?" She yelled.

"Oh you did know earlier than last night. I told you countless times to send the divorce papers but you refused. You insisted they were going to inherit another man’s property." He spat.