“You’re fucking perfect. You know that?” he asks before one hand slides up my skirt, locking on my hip and dragging me exactly where he wants me.
“Cole,” I cry as he latches onto my clit and sucks with a maddening pressure. “Oh my god.”
He works me so perfectly, and in only a few minutes, I’m teetering on the edge. My fingers are curled around the headboard, holding on for dear life, just waiting for him to throw me into the abyss.
He groans beneath me as his teeth graze my clit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry, my back arching, my head falling back.
Needing that little extra push, my hands come to my breasts, and I pinch my own nipples.
“Cole, fuuuuck,” I cry as I finally fall.
Pleasure consumes me as I convulse above him. He continues to lick me through it, letting me enjoy every second of pleasure.
But the second I’m done, we’re on the move.
He drops me onto my front as he stands at the edge of the bed, shoving his sweats and boxers down his legs, letting his aching dick spring free.
My mouth waters, desperate for a taste of him. I’m yet to do it. But damn, do I want to. I already know he isn’t going to fit in my mouth, but I’m willing to try my best.
Lost to my imagination and the beast of a man standing behind me fisting his own cock, I shriek when his other palm collides with my bare ass cheek.
“Hands and knees, baby,” he demands, dragging me back into place after rubbing the sting of the spank. “These are pretty,” he says, tugging at my panties, ensuring the fabric rubs against my swollen clit as he does so. “But not pretty enough.”
Not a second later, the sound of ripping lace fills the room before they fall away from my body.
“Oh my god. Did you just destroy my panties?” I look over my shoulder just in time to see him ball them in his fist and bring them to his nose. He inhales deeply, his molten eyes locked on mine before he stuffs them in his pocket.
My jaw drops, and heat floods my core.
“They were in my way,” he explains before he grabs a condom from his nightstand and rolls it down.
Birth control, Freya. You need to get on birth control.
Easier said than done when you’re hibernating in the apartment to avoid the paparazzi.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as Cole drags his sheathed cock through my folds, coating himself in my juices.
“Yes, please,” I cry when he pushes against my entrance. “Need you inside me.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He pushes deeper, feeding me inch after inch of his incredible cock.
The stretch stings, but in the most delicious way.
“Fuck. I will never, ever get enough of this, Freya. Never. You’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
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My teeth grind as her pussy ripples around me, sucking me deeper. God, I wish I could get deeper.
“Cole,” Freya gasps as my grip on her hips tightens.
I have no doubt that she’ll wake tomorrow morning with bruises from my grip, and I can’t fucking wait to see them.
Mine.
