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“Jesus,” he groans, eyes scrunching shut as he battles something inside his head. “You’ve got no idea how much I want to fuck that pretty mouth some more, but it’s been months since I’ve been inside you and I need your pussy clenching all around me as you come more than I need to breathe right now.”
He always talks so crudely, so dirty, but damn if I don’t love it. It makes my clit pulse between my legs and my pussy flutter with need.
“Okay,” I surrender.
Picking me up off the floor, he presses a hand to the small of my back, bending me over the kitchen counter. I grip the opposite edge of the countertop for purchase, gasping when I feel the kiss of air on my ass cheeks as Cole flips up my skirt. He grabs a handful of me, kneading his fingers into my flesh.
“This fucking ass,” he mutters, though to himself more than me, taking the elastic of my underwear and snapping it back against my skin.
I hiss, glaring at him over my shoulder. “What was that for?”
But he doesn't answer. Sucking two fingers into his mouth, he moves my underwear to the side and speers them into my pussy.
“Oh god,”I moan, pushing back into his hand.
My hips move of their own accord, rolling in rhythm with the thrusting of his fingers. I'm already drenched, can feel it running down my thighs. I've felt the emptiness between my legs since the last time he was inside of me and I'm desperate now, desperate forhimto fill me up again.
“Please,”I beg.
“Please what?” There's a darkness to his voice, rumbling like thunder. It only makes me needier, only heightens the ache thudding like a baseline in my core.
“Please fuck me.”
He chuckles, low and sinister. “Oh, baby, you think it's that easy after what you've put me through?”
I don't know what's happening until his hand lands on my ass with a hard clap.
“That was for leaving me,” he growls.
His hand comes down again, jolting me forward.
“That one's for breaking my heart a second time.”
Another slap falls before he rubs his hand over the smarting skin, soothing the burn. It hurts, but it isn't painful. Each slap makes my skin tingle in a delicious kind of way. It’s astounding how much I like it.
Gasping, I look at him over my shoulder. “And that one?”
He shrugs, the sexiest smirk stretching his full pink lips. “Just because I wanted to.”
Then, he's spinning me around and setting my sore ass back down on the counter. Lining himself up, he glides his way inside of me with one thrust.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
We moan together, panting and gasping. My fingers grasp his neck, nails digging tiny half-moons into his skin until he hisses. Running his nose up my throat, he licks his tongue over the stretch of skin behind my ear and sucks hard.
My pussy clenches around him, quivering already with the promise of an orgasm.
“Fuck, princess, I've missed you so much,” he whispers into my neck. “Don't ever leave me again. Never fucking again.”
“Never, never, never,” I chant over and over as his thrusts grow faster, harder, wild like a man on the very brink of control.
We're messy as we writhe together, rutting and unrestrained. But still, it's a perfect kind of chaos. Because nothing in the world feels as right as when Cole and I are joined this way. Body on body, skin on skin, our souls dancing together as one.
Here on the kitchen counter with our clothes still on, we fuck each other hard, but we make love harder. And when we find our ends together, our mouths tied and our tongues connected as deeply as our hearts, it makes me want to cry.
But not with sadness, rather with healing, heart-mending, soul-repairingrelief.
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