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Sinking to his knees, He does as I ask; his head now level with my pussy. Cole’s strong arms move around my ass, pulling me closer to his eager mouth as he places kisses along my inner thighs before peppering my mound with gentle nuzzles, sucking the flesh between his lips.
“Hey, no hickeys,” I admonish, grabbing his hair and giving it a hard enough tug that he lets go with a deep growl. His tongue darting out to soothe my flesh. The tiny stings of pain have made the ache inside unbearable. I need more.
“But your cunt looks beautiful with my love bites all over it,” he replies, a wicked smirk stretching across his mouth before he leans in, lapping between my folds, opening my seam with his tongue. My back hits the cool wall behind me, just in time for him to toss one of my legs over his shoulder.
“Make me come, Cole,” I plead, clenching my jaw to stop the moans from escaping my lips.
“Your wish is my command,” he growls, diving in with a feral intensity that has me shuddering in seconds. He pushes his face into my pussy, licking me as though I’m the best treat he’s ever tasted. My hips begin to roll against his rabid onslaught, pushing against his face as I get closer and closer.
Goosebumps erupt all over my skin, leaving me shivering with need, my body sensitized to his touch. Pleasure coils within me, making me writhe more and Cole bands one muscular arm across my stomach, holding me in place. He brings his other hand into play now, looking up at me with my arousal glistening on his face.
“You’re being a naughty bitch. Aren’t you?” He chuckles, his breath caressing my sensitive clit, making sweat pop out on my forehead. I whine, needing more.
“So, naughty. Please,” I beg, thrusting my hips toward him.
“Don’t you fucking move,” he commands, and my pussy clenches at his dominance. He brings both hands down and spreads my cunt lips apart, blowing on my pulsing bundle of nerves. He gives it a swipe with his tongue, before bringing his hand back and giving it a smack. Thwack. The wet sound echoes in my ears as the most pleasurable pain erupts along my pussy, causing me to cry out.
Lick. Smack. Lick. Smack.
He keeps going and my clit is on fire; pleasure and pain coil together, sending me higher with each of his movements. No one has ever made me feel like this. My body is nothing more than a vessel of desire, my wetness running down my legs. Waves wash over me, making me shake as he thrusts a thick finger into my cunt, fucking me roughly with it. Another finger joins the first, and the stretch is delicious. I’m not going to last much longer.
“Cole,” I cry out.
“Come now,” he growls, curling his fingers and pumping rapidly before latching onto my clit, sucking it with wild abandon. Ecstasy erupts as my pussy spasms, sending a flood of heat from my core, everything whites out. Holy jingle bells, is this what heaven feels like?
My legs give out, and I slump against the tile wall, and my body shakes as I sit on the floor of the shower letting the water pound down on me from above. The purple dildo dances across the tiles, buzzing rapidly as it moves, banging into the wall. I grab for it as quickly as I can, turning it off and hoping that Cole didn’t hear it. My heartbeat is pounding frantically in my chest, and I bring my legs up, taking deep breaths. Unable to move, my limbs dangle like limp noodles and I wonder if I can even stand up, much less face him.
Why do I feel so attracted to a man who despises me?
Dropping my head against my knees, I allow the water to soothe my aching muscles. And when it starts to chill, I use my cinnamon-vanilla body wash liberally to rinse all evidence of my arousal from my thighs before getting out.
Time to face the music.
Dressed in my comfiest leggings and softest sweatshirt, I finally make my way out to the main room of the cabin, only to find that all eyes are on me. My long red braid hangs over my shoulder, and I can’t help myself from plucking at the ends awkwardly as the silence becomes deafening.
“Hotshower?” Cole asks, and I can hear the innuendo in his tone. My cheeks flame as embarrassment heats my face. Nope, he’s not going to be a gentleman.
“Well, I had to warm up somehow after you left me out in the cold,” I reply waspishly. I’ve spent my whole life around people who have tried their very best to tear me down. Other models, sadistic directors, and parents who never gave a crap as long as I was making them money. So, regardless of my attraction to him, Cole isn’t going to get the best of me. He crosses the room, and his strong body enters my space. He doesn’t touch me, but he’s so close that I can see every color variation in his green irises.
“Promise I could heat you up even faster,” he murmurs, reaching out to stroke my braid before fisting it and giving a stinging tug that forces me to gasp. My temper heats, even as lust rolls over me. I swallow hard around the lump in my throat. “All you need to do is ask nicely, on your knees.”
Arrogant jerk. Two can play this game.
My fingers graze the button on his jeans, sliding ever so softly up and down his zipper. My nipples pucker, rubbing against the smooth material of my bra, and my pussy reacts, flooding. But I won’t let him see how much I want him. Never that.
“I don’t beg. Men beg me,” I make my voice husky, grinning as I feel his cock stir beneath his jeans. “And only a select few have ever been allowed between my thighs.”
Giving his dick a rough squeeze, I can’t help but laugh when his breath hisses out and he doubles over with a grunt.
“Fuck, you really are a bitchy little cock tease, huh?” he pants, as I escape toward the kitchen.
“You’re the one who started with the bullshit nutcracker. I just finished it,” I say. Annoyance is coiling around me like a boa constrictor. Men are such pricks. “Now let’s have some dinner and lay down some ground rules so I don’t murder you before we can get out of here.”
“Murder me?” He snorts at my back as I grab the bowls and move toward the stove.
“Yes, unalive you, assassinate you, execute you—take your pick. Keep pushing and I’ll poison you. Or smother you, or maybe just get it over with and give you some stabby stabby,” I list off as I ladle some chicken noodle soup into bowls. “Your dog likes me better than you anyway, so the actual murdering shouldn’t be a problem. But disposing of your body would be a hassle.”
“You’ve really thought this out,” he drawls, patronizingly. Cole leans his big body against the wall right next to my little ceramic Christmas Tree. Folding his arms across his chest causes his muscles to ripple enticingly under his black shirt. It might be hot, but he’s staring daggers at me.If looks could kill, I’d already be dead.
