Page 50 of Cole

“You like when I kiss your pretty little tits, Goldilocks?” Cole murmured, his stubble scraping across my skin, making it sing.

I nodded, only groaning in response.

His blunt fingers worked into my panties and pressed against my slick folds.

He made a low, rumbling sound in his chest that was almost a purr of satisfaction.

“Absolutely soaked… you don’t just like it, do you? You love it,” he said, and went back to lavishing my tits with his clever tongue.

I nodded again and he tutted.

“I’m going to need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“I love it,” I managed to get out right away, desperate for him to continue.

He hummed against my skin, rubbing his finger across my clit at the same time.

“Don’t tell me we’ve found somewhere that being a good girl comes naturally to you… at long last.”

“Fuck you,” I muttered, flushing at his grin. Maybe I did like the way he bossed me around in bed. Maybe I liked it a whole lot.

“Give me some time, Isabelle, I don’t plan on rushing,” he said simply, before leaning up. Cool air hit my wet skin. He was kneeling above me, his hands tugging my jeans down with utter ruthlessness. My panties went along with them. Then my bra and cami followed, yanked from where they’d been bunched around my waist.

I was completely naked.

“First, I want to see everything. Every single inch, remember?”

I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about how naked I was, because in the next second, he was lunging forward and lifting my knees over his shoulders. His face was perfectly aligned with my pussy, and he pinched my ass.

“Next, I want to taste and see if this cunt is as sweet as she smells.”

I had no time to react before he pressed his face against me, his tongue swiping up my slit. He ate me like he was a starving man. He ate me like he could read my goddamn mind. When something made me squirm, he did it more; when I gasped, he doubled down. He learned exactly what I liked, and pushed me right over the edge with it.

I came in a rush of wetness, Cole’s tongue working through the entire thing.

I felt wrung out when I’d stopped coming, lying limply on the huge bed, staring at the wooden beams on the ceiling.

“That was…” I trailed off as I felt a thick finger press just inside me.

I blinked and looked down at him. He was slowly thrusting his finger into me, his eyes glued to my pussy.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as new pleasure snaked up my spine.

“Getting you ready for me. You think this tight little cunt can take me? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said with a smirk, propping his chin on my thigh and pushing a second finger inside me.

I gasped, raising my hips to let him in deeper.

“You have a high opinion of yourself,” I muttered.

“No, just excellent spatial awareness,” he murmured and leaned in and licked my clit, and made me gasp. “It’s a girth thing. You’ll see.” His voice sounded amused before he returned to sucking my clit.

“Very funny, ah!” I contracted around his fingers, still coming down from my orgasm, and now, on the cusp again.

“I-I can’t! I’m going to come again, I can’t!” My voice was a chant. I squirmed away from him, my heart pounding, pleasure rushing through every nerve ending.

Then Cole pulled his mouth away and slipped his fingers from me, and I nearly slapped him for the loss.

He grinned as I scowled at him. “I thought you wanted me to stop?” He pushed himself off the bed, and stripped his jeans and briefs off in one go. Naked, he straightened, and rummaged in the pocket of his cut, discarded on the floor.