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I did as he asked and flicked my hair over my shoulder to give him a better look at my breasts. “I’m so wet.” I propped my legs up on the arms of the chair and then pushed one finger inside my pussy, then another.
“You’re such a brat. Always torturing me to get what you want.” A wild look lit up his face. “Coat your fingers with your cum for me.”
He stroked his dick, gripping the base so roughly it looked like it would hurt. Maybe it did because he spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down his shaft to lubricate his skin.
“Spread your legs wider.” He jerked harder as if trying to match my movements. “Squeeze your fingers. Pretend they’re my cock. Give me your orgasm.”
I followed his orders, pumping my fingers as I circled my clit with my thumb. “Oh God, Cole…” His name was a whimper on my lips. “I want to feel you inside me again.”
His legs shook like the pressure inside him built until he couldn’t stand it anymore. “It’s time to come.” He stared at me with those pretty blue eyes and licked his lips. “If you don’t come right now, I’ll spank your ass and pussy.”
“Cole,” I moaned, lips pressed into a thin line, my eyes slightly closed as the tremors rocked my body. “I’m coming.”
“Good girl.”
He came right after me in his hand and then stripped off his T-shirt, using it to clean himself up. Neither of us spoke for a solid minute, still breathing hard. I couldn’t even think straight, drunk with pleasure, high on the sounds he made when he came for me.
Cole stood and pulled up his shorts, a seductive look in his eyes. “Did you make a mess for me?”
I spread my legs so he could see the cum dripping down my thigh.
He scrubbed at his face and grunted. “My dick is jealous.”
I beckoned him with my finger. “Then come over here and fuck me.”
ChapterForty
COLE
Fuck, she was killing me. I hated the old man and his rules. Hated the fact he was forcing Grace to marry Rhys for whatever sick reason. Still, a part of me was so used to following orders I couldn’t allow myself to break them.
Order gave me control.
It comforted me.
With Grace naked and her cum glistening on her pussy, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was gorgeous, a fucking knockout.
I was done.
Hooked.
I’d thought about Grace from the day we met, even though I knew feeling anything for a girl I could never have was pointless. But I needed to feel her one more time.
Just once.
Standing over her, I looked between her legs and watched the cum dripping out of her.
“You’re making a mess, Grace.” I fisted my shaft, staring at her flawless body. “Look at you. Fuck, you’re so wet.”
She reached out to touch my dick. “Break the rules for me.”
That was all I needed. Seeing her naked and wet, begging for my dick, got me rock-hard again.
Grace’s lips parted for me. “I want to know how you taste.”
I grunted and grabbed her hand, helping her stroke my shaft. So sweet and pure, Grace was nothing like me. She’d been preserved like her grandfather’s rare art. Untouched and perfect until Rhys and I defiled her.
Fuck Rhys Vanderbilt.
