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“Fuck, Cole,” I whimpered as he bit his way down my chest then lifted my balls, sniffing and licking me there, juggling the soft flesh in his mouth before cursing and sucking my cock to the root, drinking in the scent there.
“Hold yourself open,” he whispered, spitting on two fingers and working them in me as I obeyed, panting, grip digging into the backs of my thighs.
Cole sucked my dick noisily, eyes closed in bliss as his fingers fucked me, then he ate my ass with a ferocious hunger as his hand took a turn with my cock, all while telling me how good I tasted, how warm my insides felt, how grueling the fucking would be once he got around to it. “Jesus Christ,” he swore, wiping the wet from his nose with the back of a palm before diving back in.
“I need… Fuck me, Cole. Please,” I said, trying my hand at asking nicely as I pumped my hips. I alternated between trying to ram my steel length further down his throat, and getting my ass impossibly closer to his face.
“Not until my stomach is pumped full of your cum, angel. It’s been too long,” he whispered to my cock, tilting it this way and that way, kissing it, caressing it lovingly, refamiliarizing himself with it.
It was all too much, and when his cheeks hollowed out on his way down, taking every inch of me again, the faint scrape of teeth against the sensitive organ, I came on a roar so loud it sent bells ringing in my ears.
Cole rose over me, heaving barbarically, mouth creamy at the corners, lips and chin sopping wet.
“Put your dick in me,” I demanded, a fresh supply of blood already heading for my cock.
“On your hands and knees, angel,” he said, and the way he handled his dick, like it was a weapon, made the order threatening. Cole disappeared from the foyer, and I writhed on the stiff, cold floor as I feverishly waited for him to return with the lube.
“Cole!” I shouted, slapping a hand to my ass, sending in a dry digit because I needed something plowing in and out of me immediately. “Shit,” I whispered deliriously, and then the warm tip of Cole’s cock poked at my left cheek as he positioned himself behind me.
My useless hand fell away, smacking to the marble as I begged through gritted teeth for him to get on with it. I was more than ready for the great breadth of his dick to deliciously widen me. I was prepared for the unconscionable long range of him to reach for my heart.
Cole made the process of preparation dirty as he worked two, and then three, and then four lubed fingers inside me while taking a palm to my ass cheeks, this time with the intent to stain me with his handprint. “Your hole’s so pretty,” he praised, as I chased his retreating hand.
“Cole,” I growled, and then he was in me all the way, no warning, no build-up. “More!” I barked after yelling my surprise. My knees complained against the marble as I gave as hard as I got. No shyness. No games of innocence and virginity. No sweet, blushing submissive today. “Fuck me like you miss me, Cole,” I whined at the back of my throat, needing him to do his worst. “Mark me, tear my flesh from my goddamn bones.”
Cole fell over me, wrenching my head to the side by a fist full of my hair, slanting his mouth over mine and biting down, copper mingling with the taste of my cum. His thrusts turned explosive, violent even as he fucked me at a pace targeted to break me.
I welcomed the breaking, opened my doors to it, arched my back and flicked my ass backward to meet it with fucking delight.
“Take me, angel.” His words were garbled, eyes flinty, dick making a point.
“I will,” I said, teeth accidentally cutting into my tongue from the sheer force of him.
“Never leave me,” he warned.
“Never,” I promised, so close to diving off the edge again, my ass weathering the rippling of him inside of me, a sign he was close to coming undone, too.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You.”
“Louder!” he shouted, turning up the dial on his war against my body. This wasn’t lovemaking or fucking. This was mating, this was heat, this was a thirst being quenched after a long drought. It was anger, pining, pain. It was all those things, but also the washing away of it all, too. It was breaking ourselves down so we could build ourselves up into something new, something more. It was stakes being raised, claims being made, lines I’d drawn between us in the goddamn sand being erased. It was possession unleashed.
“You! Always and–and only you, Cole.”
“Good. Now take that fucking ring off.” Without breaking his rhythm, Cole brought me into a seated position on his thighs, holding me to his chest with a hand at my throat and the other on my hip. I twisted the band, getting it about halfway off when Cole impatiently said, “Keep fucking me. Keep up the pace.” And then reached around to pop the ring off all the way, essentially declaring it null and void, sending it tumbling across the floor. “I’m the only one who shackles you now,” he said, surprisingly gentle, the ongoing sex anything but.
“Fuck,I love you, angel,” he said as he aggressively sent me back to my hands and knees right before his soul-cleansing climax tore free, baptizing the both of us, wiping our slate clean.
I plowed onto him harder, grunting with every backward thrust, clawing toward my own release as his refused to end without me.
A caged scream rumbled up my throat, jaw aching and throbbing in time with my pulsing hole as I opened wide and let the shout rip free. With balls tighter than a white-knuckled fist, I began to come without the help of my hand.
We were at the height of it all. The point of no return. When stopping now meant dying.
Wild horses couldn’t tear me away from him. Nothing could.Nothing.Not now, now ever.
A storm could’ve blown through the windows right then, and we’d have kept fucking as shards of glass rained down on us. A war could have raged around us at that very moment, and we’d fuck to our deaths. Not even a fire burning through the building, scorching and tumbling the walls, burying us in its wreckage could’ve stopped the unbreakable reconnection we were forging. I’d have risked my life through it all to see things through.
