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Rough Sex / Shibari

She's pent up and needs to release some tension. The cute pictures on her desk aren't working. The cat videos on the internet aren't calming her down. And she squeezed the stress ball so tight burst… maybe Alvez can help?

Penelope and Luke slammed against the wall in their apartment, arms and lips locked together and they fought to get even closer.

It had been a long day at the office and Penelope needed to release some tension. The cute picture on her desk didn't work. He cat videos on the internet didn't calm her down. And she squeezed a stress ball so tight it burst. Her last resort? Her boyfriend.

"You should get angrier more often," Luke whispered against her lips as he pulled the zipper down her dress, the material going slack around her body.

"If Detective Asshole keeps being a douche nozzle, I will."

Luke chuckled and slipped the dress from her shoulders, his lips following the trail of the fabric. He kissed down her neck and shoulders until he got to the centre of her bra, his tongue laving over the material, reaching behind her with one hand to unfasten her bra.

When he had removed it with ease, Penelope pulled him back to her, kissing him angrily and shoving her tongue into his mouth.

She roughly untucked his shirt from his jeans and unbuttoned it, pushing it off his shoulders and feeling the strong muscles in his arms as she did.

His fingers found their way into her underwear and he gentle played with her clit before he pressed his fingers into her.

"Harder," she moaned against his mouth. "Harder."

He did as she asked and Penelope let out a loud moan. She crushed their mouths together and let one hand fall down his back to his ass.

She palmed his backside through his jeans, her hand eventually snaking its way to the front of the rough material and opening them up to her. She pushed her hand inside his jeans and began to stroke him up and down, dragging the warm skin over the tip before she released it and repeated the process.

Luke moved his hand harder against her and her legs began to feel weak, her knees starting to shake.

She doubled her efforts and even gave his balls a little tug, her free hand digging her nails into his back - he liked a bit of pain.

"You're going to cum all over my hand like a teenager, Luke," she taunted.

"No way," he panted. "You first."

Somewhere along the lines, it had become a competition.

Luke's thumb pressed into her clit and his fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy, wetness gathering on the digits as his ministrations drove her closer and closer towards the edge.

Penelope resisted the urge to roll her eyes into the back of her head and forget everything about Luke's wonderful hands. Her toes curled up in her heels and her lung burned from lack of oxygen as Luke thrust his tongue in, invading every sense she had.

Her hand stopped rubbing his length and he began to do most of the work, thrusting his cock into her hand as she lost her grip on reality.

Luke. He was everything. She could smell the cologne he wore, hear his breaths in her ear and his fingers pleasuring her pussy. She could feel his balls slapping against her and his tongue stroking hers as he pushed her closer to the edge.

"Give it to me, Pen." He fingered her and played with her clit in tandem. "Cum for me."

Luke dragged his lips away from hers and kissed down her chest. He laved one nipple with his tongue, caressing the bud before he bit down harshly on the skin.

That was the final straw and sent her over the edge. Her knees knocked together and she bit down so hard on her lip she actually hurt herself. Her eyes squeezed shut and for a few seconds, she forgot how to breathe.

Luke slowly withdrew his fingers and when she opened her eyes, with a cheeky smile on his face he sucked the fingers into his mouth.

When she could think, she roughly grabbed his cock and squeezed.

"I hope you're not tired," she told him seductively. "I'm still feeling tense."

Luke grinned and crushed his mouth back to hers as she fisted his cock, squeezing it hard once more.

Several hours later and they had made it to the living room floor and Penelope was feeling exponentially better. It was decided; Luke was the best tension reliever.