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“Fuck,”I groaned as he plunged into me. I shouted nonsensical words, trying to stay upright without the use of my arms, as he tugged me up and down on his large cock.
“You’re mine when you’re with me, do you hear that?” he asked, controlling the impact and speed in which I accepted the fucking. My ass clapped against his bare thighs as he chanted“you’re mine, you’re mine,”repeatedly, passionately, warningly.I lost my breath and mind.
How had I ever taken him before? How was it that I was receiving him now? “Too much,” I said, teeth clashing from the force of his pounding.
“Fuck that,” he said, body quivering beneath me. “This is what a real cock is supposed to feel like inside you.” He held me down with one hand, grinding into me as he unknotted the shirt from my wrists with his other. Blood flowed immediately to the spot, leaving my hands tingling, and my head spinning. “Fight back,” he said, reaffirming his hold and pumping me on and off him faster, harder.
I gripped his hair, curling my toes into the rug and bouncing onto him incessantly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I persisted as my cock beat at my belly, tempting me to reach for it between us.
“Don’t touch it,” he warned, taking me to my back and placing his full weight on me. His pants restricted his movements, but I wrapped my legs around him, my breaths punching through me as he fucked me so hard and so thoroughly.
It felt like he was purging years of pain, asking me to take it away from him, and I hitched my legs higher, opening myself up more for him, letting him know I could take whatever he needed to force into me.
“I fucking love you,” he said, out of breath. He kissed me before I could answer him, or maybe before I couldnotanswer him.
Cole pulled back, holding himself up on one forearm as the fingers of his free hand grazed my collarbone. A question lurked behind his eyes.
“No,” I said, giving him permission. His hand crawled higher, bumping against the gold necklace and cross pendant I hadn’t taken off since he came back into my life. “No,” I said louder, jerking from his unforgiving thrusts, which had slowed but hadn’t lost their powerful kick.
His big palm clasped around my throat, applying a subtle pressure at first, then squeezing with purpose. My fight or flight took over, and I clawed at his forearm, even while pressing my heels into his lower back, asking him for more.
Black spots dotted my peripheral vision, and my balls shriveled up tight. “That’s it,” he praised, sounding as if he’d spoken from under water. I dug my blunt nails into the mounds of his shoulders, one hand slipping to fall to the carpet as my vision blurred, and as he propelled in and out of me as if my life wasn’t on the line. And then I came so hard I blacked out.
I came to still on my back, coughing, Cole still inside me, but unmoving, and he’d removed his pants. I couldn’t have been out for more than a few seconds. “Cole?” My voice wobbled. This type of play always left me emotional and disoriented.
“I’ve got you, angel.” He kissed me slowly this time, his hips moving at a compatible speed to his lips, being mindful of my sensitivity now that I’d come.
Cole had the virile will to last as long as needed, and I preferred him inside me than not, so I used to live for these more tempered moments, too, when his cock rolled in and out of me patiently, waiting for me to swell again.
We continued our languid kiss as Cole possessively stroked my cock to firmness, all while letting me know it belonged to him, until I was ready again.
This was lovemaking. It was sensual, passionate, a coordinated dance routine we easily fell back into. And when he was ready to unload inside me, and when I was more than ready to spill again, he sent me to my hands and knees, his chest to my back, one hand under me, reaching for my dick, his tongue exploring my flesh.
“No marking,” I pleaded, fisting the rug, the light of the moon glinting off my wedding band. Or maybe it was the condemning eyes of God shining down on me.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do to you,” he growled into my neck, teeth locking around my skin as we came, his cum temporarily washing the guilt away.
Moments later, I rested on my back as he stared down at me, transferring the cum leaking from my hole to his lips as I struggled to keep my eyes open. “I’m safe,” he whispered, clearing the sleep haze away. I turned to the unwrapped condoms. Daniel and I never went without protection, and I trusted Cole, but it just went to show how completely we lost our heads when together. Our status was something to be addressed before, not after.
Cole pressed a palm to my chest when I went to sit up. “You’re staying with me tonight,” he said firmly but gently, plucking a strand of hair from my lips. “Tell him you’re staying with me tonight.”
“Okay.” I exhaled, leaving tomorrow in the future and taking what I wanted right now.
We made love on the piano, and with my cheek pressed against the cold balcony doors, my breaths smoking up the glass. I trembled on my hands and knees as Cole played with the mess he’d made inside of me, fingering and licking me clean. I knelt between his spread legs and sucked his cock as he sat on the edge of the sofa, hands hanging loosely over his spread knees, back as straight as a god’s, while I played shy and naïve, allowing him to instruct and guide me, while praising me on how good I was doing.
“Yeah, just like that. Take it all the way. I love it when you gag on it. I love that it’s too much for you. You’re perfect, angel.”
Then he defiled my face, fingering my curls and feeding me the cum splattered on my nose and cheeks, and taking some for himself as I blushed.
He bathed me and washed my hair, and when it was my turn to take care of him, I did so tentatively as if it were my first time touching a man, touching anyone, and Cole hardened.
“You’re so easy,”I laughed before ditching the soapy sponge over my shoulder and backing him under the spray of water. I kneaded his shoulders and chest as the suds washed away, feeling great satisfaction from his agonized groan.
Cole reached blindly behind him for the bottle of lube on the shower shelf, knocking the soap dispenser to the tiled floor in the process.
I nibbled on the corner of my lower lip, watching transfixed as he lathered up his cock while advancing on me until my back had met the glass shower wall. His sizable crown rubbed against my tensed abs as he reached a hand past my hip and around to open me. He then hiked me up by my ass, my legs circling him as he spread me apart so his dick could cruise through me.
Even after all the rigorous sex we’d had that night, taking him now was still an effort. He stood motionless, happy with the simple pleasure of having his cock in me, at having it surge impossibly bigger and harder as I flushed while swearing I couldn’t handle him.
