“Good. Because I need you inside me. Now.”
He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. He reaches for his jeans on the floor, pulls out a condom from his pocket, and rolls it on quickly.
“Jesse?” I ask, breathless.
His mouth quirks. “Slipped it to me when he dropped me off. Didn’t say a word. Just handed it over.”
“Remind me to thank him later.”
“Later. Right now, you’re mine.”
He settles between my thighs and positions himself at my entrance. “Look at me.”
I do.
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, watching my face the whole time. The stretch is exquisite as he fills me completely.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans. “So tight. So perfect.”
When he’s fully seated, buried deep, we both pause. His jaw is clenched, every muscle taut with the effort of holding still.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice wrecked.
“More than okay. Move. Please move.”
He pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in. Hard. Deep. Setting a rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust.
“Like that?” he asks.
“Yes… exactly like that… don’t stop…”
He picks up the pace, driving deeper, harder. One hand braces beside my head, the other grips my hip, angling me so he hits that spot inside that makes me see stars again.
“You’re mine,” he growls with each thrust. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours… only yours… Cole.”
“That’s right. Mine. My girl. Mine to love. Mine to keep. Mine to fuck.”
The raw possession in his voice sends heat flooding through me.
“Cole—I’m close?—”
His hand slides between us, thumb finding my clit. The dual sensation of him filling me, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, and his thumb circling firm and fast has me climbing impossibly high.
“Then come for me,” he orders. “Let me feel it. Squeeze my cock. Show me you’re mine.”
The command, combined with the pressure, sends me over. I cry out his name, clenching around him as pleasure surges through me.
“Fuck…” He follows seconds later, hips stuttering, driving deep one last time as he comes hard, groaning my name like a prayer.
We collapse together, breathing hard, slick with sweat, hearts racing.
He pulls out carefully and disposes of the condom, then returns with a warm washcloth. Cleans me gently, checking my face for discomfort.
“You okay?” he asks softly. “Too rough?”
“Perfect. That was perfect.”
