I think I let Colten all the way in a long time ago. Despite how badly I didn’t want to at the time.
Inhaling deeply, I relax into his arms as his hips push forward into my ass. I grit my teeth and slam my eyes shut. It still burns, but not as badly now that he’s prepared me to take him. He adjusts my hips and the way my leg is propped up on the bench, opening me up to him further. Reaching in front of me, he swipes the toy across my clit, and I moan at the erotic feeling of my sensitive center being played with while he’s taking myass. He pushes the vibrator inside me, and I clench around him, releasing a sound that can’t be described as a moan or a whimper—it’s somewhere exquisitely in between.
I glance over my shoulder, watching the stunning man claim my body—my soul—in more ways than he already has.
“Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” he grunts in praise.
Between Colten thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy and his thick cock, he is filling me completely.
I feel him everywhere.
In my core.
He’s in my head.
He’s consuming my heart.
“Fuck,” he mutters. Using his free hand, he grips my ass with his fingers to open me wider. “Do you love how I can still give your pussy exactly what it needs while I fuck this tight ass?”
The pain dulls more, shifting into a kind of pleasure I’ve never experienced—one that’s heavy and intoxicating, tainting my bloodstream. “God, Colten. I’m going to come if you don’t stop saying things like that to me.”
Of course, he doesn’t stop. “Then come. Show me how much you love my cock, baby.”
His words fade, my cresting orgasm overtaking any thoughts swarming in my head.
“Fucking say it,” he demands. “Tell me you love my cock.”
My release hits me with a power that has my foot losing traction on the wet tile floor. My pussy throbs around the pink rabbit and his dick as my orgasm explodes, hauling me over the precipice.
Through the black fog overshadowing my vision and brain, my heart overtakes my mouth. “I love you,” I mutter breathlessly, struggling to come down from the high.
“Shit, Taryn,” he drawls.
Instantly, those words register to both of us, but his cock is already pulsing inside me—filling me with his hot release. I’m not sure if his orgasm started happening before or because I said that.
His motions still momentarily before his abdomen collapses on top of my back. Removing the vibrator and dropping it to the shower floor, both of his hands grip my waist. My heart crawls into my throat.
I didn’t mean to admit that out loud.
No. No. No!
Goddammit, Taryn.
Now, I wish my mouth was full of something other than my swift tongue. If he’d had my mouth occupied, too, those words would’ve had a better chance of emerging unintelligible.
He slips out of me as quickly as he retreats from the shower. Colten snatches a towel from the metal bar on the wall, and I grab my own. My quick steps hurry after him out of the bathroom and into his room. He wraps the towel around himself, tucking in a corner to secure it around his hips. We have barely been out of the shower for thirty seconds, so both of us are dripping on the wood flooring and area rug under his bed frame.
“Colten!” His shoulders stiffen. “Please talk to me,” I plead. Tears burn behind my eyes, the tip of my nose tingling with overwhelming emotion. “You don’t have to say it back, I just—I just…” I don’t know. It’s not untrue. I do. I love him, and I’ve felt it for weeks, but I didn’t think I’d admit it without thinking. And definitely not this soon.
“Taryn…” He pulls his fingers through his wet hair, still facing away from me. But the moment his hand drops, so does the topic I know without a doubt he wants to avoid.
Just turn around, please.
I don’t know why I care so much, but I want him to face me—to fight it out with me instead of battling whatever is in his head like he always does.
Fight with me.
Yell at me.
