Page 31 of Cole

She stared at me, and in that moment, seemed to see right through me. Through the bad reputation, and the power of my position, and the riches of my ill-gotten gains. She looked at me like I was someone a girl like her might actually consider, someone smart, and normal. Someone with a real future. She was the kind of woman who I might have managed to marry if I’d lived another life, a good, honest one… in that moment, I was that man. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before, and I had no fucking idea what to do with it. She was impossibly out of my league, and yet absolutely determined to have me.

Instead of answering me, she simply ground down against my hard-on, working herself up and down my length. Her message was clear. She was seeing this through. Excitement simmered in my belly. She moved erratically, excited and rushing. I knew how she felt. She caught the head of my cock painfully against the zipper of my jeans. It should have hurt, and it did, but it was hot as sin at the same time. Her breath caught, and her eyes went hazy. She was enjoying herself now, rubbing her cunt against my jeans. She was wet; I could smell it. Her little skirt had ridden up. She had soaked through her panties. I breathed that scent in as I brought one hand to tangle in her thick, burnt reddish ponytail and bent her head back, exposing her throat to me.

“How does it feel riding my cock, sweetheart? Is it making you wet? Don’t bother lying, I’ll know.”

She nodded, her head bobbing in my grip. “Yes—I-I’m wet,” she whispered like it was a cardinal sin.

“I can tell. I can fucking smell you,” I growled at her, and then tugged her head toward my face, pulled her hair a little harder, and licked up her throat, biting where I pleased. Her breath stuttered and her throat bobbed beneath my teeth. I brought another hand to her throat and ringed it, pressing in at the sides, restricting her breath. A moan escaped her, then she was moving faster. The little minx was going to come dry humping my cock, and I was going to let her. The first time I’d touched a woman in over a year, and this was how I was going to finish.

No fucking way.

“No coming until I tell you, sweetheart,” I ground out, squeezing a little tighter, then releasing and letting her gulp down air, before squeezing again. Her hand came to my wrist, but there was no pulling away. She simply held my wrist right where it was, choking her.

“Fuck, come on then, Goldilocks, before you pass the fuck out and wake up chained to my bed in my cabin, mine to fuck and feed, and keep,” I growled, the words spilling from my lips. I had no fucking clue where they were coming from. I’d never had such a depraved thought before and yet, just the thought of making that a reality nearly had me coming in my pants.

She let out a strangled yelp, as if the idea had turned her on too, and then she was tensing. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her face turned red, and I restricted her air. Her hips were still moving in small nudges against mine, and I thrust up and down a few times, just to make her scream.

She tapped at my wrist, and I released her neck. There was something so implicitly trusting about her confidence that I’d let go.

She drew in a huge breath, coughing slightly. Her eyes opened, and brilliant green and gold gazed at me. She looked at me in awe, and fuck me, it felt good. I was ten feet fucking tall under her admiring gaze.

“Was that fun, sweetheart?” I asked her, cupping her cheek.

She nodded, almost shy now that she had taken what she wanted. I stroked a thumb down her smooth, apple-like cheek and pinched it. She was gorgeous.

“You did so well…” I murmured, and she smiled like a parched flower drinking in rain. “And now it’s time to finish what you started,” I told her.

She blinked at me, and when I flexed my still achingly hard cock against her, she looked down at my lap.

“Hmm, that’s right. There’s your unfinished business,” I told her and widened my legs a little. “On your knees.”

She stared at me, her cheeks turning red again. Her mouth opened in a little O of surprise, and I couldn’t fucking wait to fit my cock in there. She’d have to open a hell of a lot wider to fit me, but I was confident she’d rise to the task.

“Come on, Goldilocks. You started this, time to finish it. On. Your. Knees.”

She bit her lip and slid back off my lap, lowering herself to her knees.

“Unbuckle my jeans,” I told her.

She slowly complied, pulling ineffectually at the leather belt until I helped her.

“Take me out,” I continued.

Curiosity flared in her eyes as she reached her hands into my boxers and surrounded me.

I hissed. The feeling of her nimble fingers around me was nearly too fucking much. My cock had been tortured with her rocking on it, and now it was angry and red, and aching to come.

She pulled me free and drew in a sharp breath at the sight of me.

“That’s right… look what you did,” I grunted, feeling my orgasm rushing toward me just from her fucking expression, and the sight of her mouth so fucking close to me.

“Open up,” I demanded, and she did just that, excitement flaring in those stunning eyes.

I managed to fit my tip just inside her mouth before I came. She mumbled a surprised moan as her mouth filled with cum. It was fucking fast, but it was a testament to how turned on I was by this woman. I pumped my shaft, unloading more and more. Cum trailed out of the sides of her mouth and down onto her bare knees.

"Now, swallow, sweetheart. Swallow me all down.” The instruction came out in a growl. I was fucking losing it. Seeing her there on the ground between my legs, her throat working to swallow my cum, was the hottest sight I’d ever seen. I’d never forget it, or her. I’d seen a lot of salacious shit, and most of it right here in this very building, but nothing could top this.

Her eyes met mine, and she looked shocked at herself as she pulled her mouth off me and licked her lips.