I step out of the dress, and he inches back, drinking me in. I’m standing before him in a strapless white lace bodysuit, and Colt licks his lips. I can already see the outline of him straining against his pants.
I bite my bottom lip as my gaze drops, unashamed.
“You see something you like, baby?” I ask, and he pulls me flush against him, grinding his hips into mine.
I close my eyes and swallow hard. My entire body is on fire. When I open them again, I meet his gaze of pure, smoldering heat staring right back at me. I move to his jacket, slipping it from his shoulders. He helps, letting it fall to the floor.
My hands go to the buttons on his shirt, but his grip tightens on my ass, kneading it firmly.
I undo three buttons before giving up on finesse.
With a frustrated moan, I grab the fabric and rip it open, sending the buttons flying across the room. Colt growls, his chiseled stomach now on display. I hum in appreciation, running my finger along the waistband of his pants, tracing that wicked V-shape that always drives me crazy.
As he shrugs off his shirt, I reach for his belt, but he spins me around, pulling my back flush against his front. My breath comes in quick bursts, his show of dominance making my legs weak.
“You are one fucking gorgeous woman, Dee Slade,” he murmurs, and hearing my name like that from his lips makes my knees buckle. His hands move to the top of my bodysuit, and he slowly peels it down, leaving the garter in place as he slides the suit over my hips and down to my ankles. I step out of it, watching as he tosses it across the room.
A shiver runs up my spine.
The anticipation is electric.
Colt presses gently on my back, encouraging me to lean forward. I brace my hands on the bed, arching slightly, presenting myself to him.
“Stay like that. Don’t move,” he commands, and I bite my bottom lip, breath hitching.
My heart races in the best way.
The moisture between my thighs builds with every second that passes. I clench my thighs, trying to ease the pressure, then step them wider, the suspense nearly undoing me.
The unmistakable sound of his zipper pierces the quiet. His pants fly across the room, landing beside my discarded bodysuit. His hand lands on my ass, slow and teasing. I shift from foot to foot, aching for more. He massages each cheek with practiced ease, then one hand slides down between my legs, gently circling my clit while the other keeps stroking my ass.
I grip the bedspread tightly, barely able to stay still. When Colt’s finger finally pushes inside me, a moan tears from my lips at the pure pleasure only this man’s touch brings. Colt moves with purpose, massaging my ass while fucking me with his fingers, slow and deliberate.
My hips begin to move on their own, chasing the rhythm.
Then—smack.
He brings his hand down hard on my ass, and I cry out in delicious shock. His finger inside me jolts with the impact, and I nearly come right then and there. Then he rubs the stinging spot, soothing it, and drives his finger deeper, curling it in just the right way.
“Fuck…” I pant, trembling.
Another slap.
Another moan.
He adds a second finger, stretching me as he drives them in deep, then leans in and kisses the flushed skin of my ass where he struck me. I cling to the sheets, holding on for dear life as he fucks me with his fingers—fast, relentless, and thorough.
I’m shaking. Beads of sweat trickle down my spine. I can’t focus on anything but the fire between my legs and the burn in my ass.
When he adds a third finger, fucking me hard, then spanks me again, it’s my undoing. I scream his name as my orgasm slams into me, raw and overwhelming.
“Oh, baby, I love it when you scream my name,” he growls, massaging me through it. But before I can fully recover, he pulls his fingers out and presses the head of his cock against me.
I barely catch my breath before he thrusts into me, hard and deep. That’s when I cry out, nearly falling forward, but he grabs my waist, holding me steady.
“Fuck, I love how tight you are for me,” he grits, his voice strained as he fights for control.
I clench around him instinctively, and he groans, stilling inside me.
