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Fingers rake against my scalp, and I growl against her. The vibrations only serve to make her legs shake around my head.
“Please, Cole,” she says, looking back at me again. Her eyes are wide, begging and pleading. “Please.”
I let go of one of her thighs because I’ll never deny a lady who begs to cum. Certainly not this particular lady.
Slowly, I insert a finger and crook it to hit her G-spot. I apply pressure as I rub the bundle of nerves. At the same time, I pick up pace with my tongue against her clit.
Her moans build and build, and her legs shake against my cheeks. The walls of her pussy tighten around my finger, and then she shatters, crying out my name as she cums along my finger. I ride the waves until her shaking reduces to trembles, and then I rise, sliding my finger out and sticking it into my mouth.
She watches with hooded eyes as I clean her sweet cum off my finger. I close my eyes to it, committing the taste to memory, and when I’m done, when my finger is clean, I bring her hips to the edge and press against her entrance.
“Ready, sweetheart?” I ask because, even though we’ve fucked before, I know there will be pain again. Pain that I get off on. Pain that I know she gets off on too.
She bites her bottom lip and nods, and that’s all the approval I need before I slam into her. Her scream erupts into the kitchen, and I groan as tears line her eyes. Sweet tears. Tears that I caused. It fucking thrills me.
My grip on her thighs is nothing short of desperate, and I pull out and push back in before I know she’s ready.
A sob escapes her, but I wrap my hand around her neck just to let her know that I’m in control, that I can give her pain or pleasure. Tears spill down her cheeks and drop onto my wrist as I move quicker, but after almost a minute, her sobs turn into deep moans.
I squeeze my hand tighter around her neck, enjoying how her face reddens, how I control how much she breathes, how much pleasure she takes.
Her eyes meet mine, and the trust I see in them makes me groan. I don’t deserve that trust, but she’s giving it to me anyway. Submitting to it. I capture her mouth as I truly start to fuck her. Her breathing is ragged, breath fanning my cheek in short gasps. It only serves to fuel me.
The sound of how slick she is, sliding along my cock, and her thighs slapping against my hips fill the room. Our moans are joined as they spill into our mouths as we kiss. “So fucking tight,” I say against her lips.
I slam into her harder, the wood on the counter groaning from the abuse. Her fingers dig into my sides, a pleasurable bite of pain.
Soft mewls escape her, and she closes her eyes in pure fucking bliss. The sight of it alone nearly sends me over the edge.
She’s gorgeous. In this vulnerable moment, she’s a fucking wet dream. I want nothing more than to run my hands along every curve, to lick my way over every thick inch of her. I don’t know if we’ll ever have the time to do that, if our moments will ever be raw enough for that, but a guy can dream that he’s earned such rewards.
Her pussy ripples around me, and a tingle begins at the base of my spine. I drive into her, chasing both her and my release. Body trembling, short gasping breaths spill out of her until she screams. Her fingernails cut into my skin as her walls ripple and tug at my cock. The warmth of her cum spreads all over me, and I release her neck, grab her other thigh and slam into her three more times before I explode with a shout.
My breathing is ragged as I slow my pace, pumping everything into that sweet little pussy. And when we both come down from our high, I tip her head back and press a few kisses to the red marks I left behind.
“Fuck,” she sighs when I move my kiss to the edge of her lips.
I chuckle as I slide out, head to the paper towels sitting on the counter, and bring them back to her. Gently, I clean her up, throw away the soaked paper towels, and help her to her feet.
We both get dressed in silence as we work to bring our breathing back to normal. When we’re finished, she goes to me and curls her body against my chest, a hand tucked under her chin and her cheek pressed against my heart.
I wrap my arms around her and give her what she needs, even though I don’t fully know what I’m doing. Comforting her is foreign to me - comfortinganyoneis something I haven’t done in a long time - but I’m riding on pure instinct at this point. I must be doing something right though, because not once has she complained about the holding, kissing, and stolen touches.
“You have to leave, don’t you?” she asks quietly.
I glance outside and see the stars floating beyond. “I should.”
She looks up and rests her chin against my sternum. “Will you stay the night?”
My eyebrows raise. I have never stayed the night with a woman before. In my teens, it was a lot of sneaking around. A lot of fucking and leaving before we were caught.
“Please?” she begs when I say nothing. “I don’t want to be alone tonight, and I’d feel a hell of a lot safer with you around.”
I hide it well, but my jaw flexes. She may trust me to keep her safe, but if she knew what I had done when I was seventeen, I doubt she’d feel the same. The thought nearly guts me.
Instead of voicing any of that, I give one curt nod andwatch as she relaxes her shoulders in relief. “Thank you,” she sighs out.
I flex my jaw again, reality hitting me square in the chest as she curls against me once more. Even if I never tell her, even if she never finds out, which would be a goddamn miracle, I know I’m not good enough for her. I’m not what she deserves even if she thinks so.
