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“Now hook your legs over the armrests.”
I might have hesitated to expose myself that way if I’d left any room in my head for worries or doubts or uncertainties.
His eyes again glittered with approval as I complied with his order. That approval was swiftly replaced by raw need as his gaze swept down and locked on my pussy. That oh so intense look made my nipples tighten and my breath catch.
His jaw tight, he dropped to his knees. “Prettiest pussy I ever did see.” He planted his hands on my inner thighs and buried his face between my legs. He went straight to work—alternating between swiping his tongue between my folds, stabbing it deep inside me, zigzagging it across my slit, and swirling the tip around my clit.
He kept switching it up. Kept changing his rhythm. Kept upping or dialing down the intensity level.
One hand fisting his hair, I arched into his mouth, reveling in the moment. Usually, he was the model of control during foreplay. Not here and now. There was a sense of urgency in the way he ate me out. A primal impatience to rut. A territorial need to assert his claim.
My orgasm came at me fast, whipping up my calves and thighs, arching my back, exploding outward from my core. I came with a choked cry, slamming my free hand down on the armrest. Once my release subsided, I sagged into the cushioned chair, trembling and panting.
Cole stood, his eyes gleaming with a feral light, and inched closer. “Sit up straight for me. Good.” He wrapped a few of my curls around his shaft and then positioned it near my lips. “Suck on the head. Get it nice and wet.”
I didn’t just suck. I licked. Lapped. Flicked the sensitive spot beneath the crown. Dipped my tongue in the little slit. Scooped up any drops of pre-come.
Suckling hard on the broad head, I reached up and cupped his balls. A curse flew out of his mouth, he released my hair, stepped back … and suddenly I was freaking airborne as he snatched me out of the seat and tossed me on the mattress. Which I might have scowled at him for, but it was like landing on a cloud. “Good Lord, this bed is comfortable.”
Wicked fast, he tore open a little packet with his teeth and then rolled on a condom as he knelt on the bed. “Glad you like it,” he said, settling his hips between my thighs. “You’ll be spending a lot of time in it.” He gripped the underside of my knee, hiked my leg up, and then slammed home.
I sucked in a breath, my back bowing as he stuffed me full of his cock.Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Gritting his teeth, Cole slowly reared his hips back. “Missed this pussy.” He smoothly thrust deep with a snarled, “Mine.”
He settled into a steady rhythm of hard drives and slow retreats. Each time he lunged forward, blocking out the rest of the room as his big body curled over mine, I felt surrounded. Overpowered. Taken.
The mother of all orgasms was creeping up on me, but not quick enough for my liking. It was so close yet so far. I dug my fingertips into the flesh of his arse and urged him on. “Move faster.”
Sinking deep inside me again, he flicked up an imperious ‘I make the rules’ brow.
“Pleasemove faster.” I wasn’t too proud to beg if it would get me what I wanted. Which it usually did.
He hummed, pulling his hips back. “There’ll be a price,” he said, paraphrasing something I’d once said to him in a text message.
Recalling his responding message from back then, I echoed it. “Name it.”
“You have to let me tie you to the headboard when I fuck you again later.” He thrust forward again and swiveled his hips. “I want you to be helpless while I take you.”
I licked my lips, my inner walls fluttering. “Done.”
And then he gave me what I wanted. He aggressively pounded into me with feverish snaps of his hips, tunneling impossibly deep each time. His glazed eyes bore into mine, gleaming with possession, refusing to let me look away.
I hiked my free leg around him and clung to his sleek back, feeling his muscles bunch and flex beneath my hands as he powered into me. Each lunge seemed to nudge my orgasm closer, winding me tighter and tighter. Then he switched his angle slightly andoh fuckthe tension inside me snapped.
He grunted. “Yeah, fucking come.”
I did. There was no stopping it. A torrent of pleasure poured through me in a scorching hot burst, dragging a scream from my throat.
Cole’s thrusts turned wild and lost their steady rhythm. He slammed his hips forward over and over, his eyes still holding mine. Then, with a muffled oath, he planted his swelling cock deep and exploded.
The strength seemed to leave us both in a rush. We slumped, breathing hard. Sated, I lay there with my eyes closed while a feeling of pure peace stole over me.
As a hand swept stray curls away from my face, I opened my eyes to find Cole looking down at me, his own eyes all soft and languid. “You’re staring.”
“Because you’re fucking breathtaking.”
I swallowed. Other men had given me pretty words like that, but it had been in a very objectifying way. With Cole, it was different. There was a note of reverence in his tone whenever he said such things. That same reverence was in his touch right then as he slid his hand over me, his gaze tracking its path.
