“Cole, the other closet isn’t under construction, is it?”
“Ach, not at all. If I couldn’t have you in my arms, I wanted you in my bed. It took everything in me not to come home when I knew you were here.”
I lower my head, feeling ashamed of myself. I should have trusted him. An idea comes to me, and I look up at him through my lashes.
“I think I know how to make some of it up to you,” I say.
“Aye, I have some ideas too.”
He begins to back away from me as he frees his belt from around his waist. He then sits back in the chair with his legs spread wide. Then he loops the belt like a pair of cuffs.
“Come here, DJ,” he croons.
I smile and go to turn on some music. “Unholy” by Sam Smith and Kim Petras begins to play as I turn and saunter my way over to him. Cole breaks into a smile as he takes my naked body in.
“Turn around and bend over,” he commands as I reach him.
I turn and bend at the waist. He slaps my bum then leans in and kisses the sting away. I moan and bite my lip.
“Reach through your legs and put your wrists together,” he says.
I do this and he fastens the belt to my wrists. He then grabs the belt like a handle and dives his face into my core. I cry out as he feasts on me.
“Mm,” he hums as he pushes in deeper.
With his free hand, he opens me for him to do that thing with his tongue. Then he starts to suck on my lips as he groans and moans in satisfaction. It feels so good.
I start to circle my hips and grind in his face. Cole slaps my cheek and places a hand on my hip to still my motion. I pout, but not for long.
“Oh shit, Cole. I’m coming.”
He continues to feast on me. Then suddenly, he pulls away right as I’m about to climax and sits back in his seat. I scoff. He can’t be serious.
“Is this really what we’re doing, Cole?”
“Keep talking, love. I like the sound of it.”
“Cole, please don’t do this. I need you.”
He growls and stands to his full height. In a series of fluid motions, he drops his pants, puts on a condom, and drives into me. Grabbing my waist, he holds on to me to keep me from tipping over.
“Keep begging me, I might let you come,” he says.
“Please, you’re so hard. I missed you so much. I need you, Cole. Fuck me, please.”
“Good girl,” he groans as he bends his knees, presses down on my waist and swivels his hips as he thrusts.
My eyes roll back. His dick is so big. He’s stretching me so good.
I start to wind my hips again. He tightens his hold on my waist and growls. I bounce back on him, and my cheeks start to clap.
“I love this fucking fat ass. Who the fuck else could I want when I have you? I have it my way, I’m going to die in this pussy.
“You’re mine, DJ. Only mine. You always have been,” he says tightly as he continues to stir my insides.
I’m so wet and he’s so hard. Just when I’m about to come, he pulls out again. This time, he pulls my hands from between my legs and lifts me into a standing position.
He dips his head to breathe me in, hovering his lips over mine. I look into his green eyes, pleading with him to give me what I’m longing for.
