I lick my lips just thinking about it.
His fingers dig into either side of my pussy, and he spreads my lips as wide as they will go. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out at the pain. Then I feel his warm tongue push inside me, and I close my eyes, a mumbled moan escaping my lips.
Letting go, he squeezes an arm between my restrained arms and legs and pulls me closer to his face. Half of my back now hangs off the side of the bed, and I can feel it slipping. Or maybe that’s the alcohol. I almost finished that entire bottle of wine myself at lunch.
He licks up my pussy before sucking on my throbbing clit, and I start shaking. My eyes roll back into my head. It takes a lot to get me off, and Colt knows this. He’s the only guy I’ve consistently fucked who can make me orgasm. He knows my body better than I do, and I hate that about him.
“Fuck, princess,” he growls before shoving two fingers into me this time, and I can’t help but let the cry out.
I feel like I’m falling, then realize that I have. My back is on the floor, the breath knocked out of me, and he’s kneeling, shoving my legs away, forcing me to lie on my side since my wrists are restrained underneath them. He widens his legs and takes his dick into his hand before shoving it into me without any warning.
His free hand comes up, grabbing a handful of my hair, and I whimper when he pulls it back. It’s hard to breathe at this angle. My arms are being yanked forward because my wrists are restrained under my knees, which happen to be in my chest, and I’m on my side. Almost like I was that night with the guys on the kitchen table.
He shoves two fingers into my mouth, gagging me while he fucks my wine-covered pussy on the floor of my bedroom at our parents’ house.
He pulls his fingers out and drool drips down my face as he drops his hand to my breasts, and he pinches my nipple. I try to fight him, to pull away, but I can’t. He’s got me locked in place. “Colt—”
He shoves his fingers back into my mouth, his free hand still holding my head back by my hair. My eyes are watering, and I can hear his grunts while his cock slams into my pussy.
“Does my dirty slut want a dick in her mouth while I fuck her tight cunt?” he growls.
His fingers run up and down my tongue, making drool drip out the corner of my mouth and onto the floor where I lie.
“Would you like that, princess?” he asks, pulling his cock free from my pussy and then slowly pushing it back in. Teasingly, inch by inch, knowing I want it rough. “Your pussy is telling me you would. It’s getting wetter just thinking about it.”
I whimper, trying to suck in a breath through my nose.
“Open wide,” he orders, and adds a third finger into my mouth, forcing it to stretch farther than I thought possible, and tears fall from my eyes down the side of my face. “You looked so pretty that night you had three cocks using you.”
I moan, followed by the sound of me trying to slurp up the drool on his fingers when he pulls them out. I manage to suck in one deep breath before he slaps his hand over my mouth and begins to pound into me.
“But that’ll never happen again,” he tells me, gripping my cheeks and pulling the side of my face up off the carpet, forcing me to look up at him. “No other cock will ever fuck you again but mine. Do you understand?” To further his point, he pulls back and pushes into me painfully slow this time.
My heart pounds harder at his words. This is a whole new level that we’ve never played before. Colt doesn’t lie, but he is a very good manipulator. He knows how to get me in vulnerable situations that require his help to get me out of.
Removing his hand from my mouth, I manage to suck in a breath while shaking my head.
Again, he moves his hips slowly, making me want to claw his eyes out. He has more patience than anyone I know. “Yes. You belong to me and only me now.”
“No—”
“Open your mouth and leave it open.” He shoves his hips forward at his command this time and pauses, forcing a whimper out of me. I do as he says, knowing he won’t move again until I obey.
Leaning down, he lets spit drip from his lips into my mouth. I stick my tongue out for him, showing him what I know he wants to see, and he runs his knuckles down my wet cheek. “Beautiful.”
My pussy tightens on his hard cock that still rests inside me. Gripping my chin, he drops his lips to mine and kisses me while his hips start to move again.
I close my heavy eyes in what I can only know as relief. I need to come. My body craves it. Demands it. And Colt knows that. No matter how big of an ass he can be, he knows how to please me.
I can’t tell if I’ve lost my vision or if my eyes are still closed, but all I see is blackness as a rush of heat comes over me. My entire body tightens, my hands fist, and what feels like a burst of energy leaves me sagging on the floor.
He removes his lips from mine and leaves me gasping for air. My body is shaking, sweat covers every inch of my skin, and my eyes are too heavy to open.
“I’m not done.” I hear him say, but it’s as if I’m in a tunnel. The sound echoes in my head, and I whimper.
His hand tightens in my hair, and he yanks me to my other side, flopping me over like a fish, and holds my head in place against the floor. “Open wide, princess.”
I lick my lips and do as I’m told. He pushes his cock into my mouth, and I taste myself on him. He shoves it down the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
