My name on his lips is the most beautiful sound.
He hovers over my feverish flesh, worming his hand under the nape of my neck. Weaving his fingers through my hair, he forcefully tugs my head up, the sting egging on my swelling, aching clit.
I can’t help it; my gaze snags onto his cock seated fully inside me.
He slants his head at my curiosity. “You want to see how much your pussy loves me?”
“Yes,” I exhale, nodding in his grasp.
His hand moves to cradle my skull as he lifts my head up tenderly. Slowly, his hips withdraw, his cock sliding out and glistening.
His pace picks up, our grunts and groans filling the otherwise silent room. He pounds into me over and over again, summoning the darkness that will soon tip me over the edge.
His husky voice pierces through the fog, consuming my head. “You see how swollen you are? Your pussy is weeping for me. It’s making a mess of my cock.”
I nod, my head weighted and disoriented with desire. Luckily, his hold on my head keeps me upright, or I would collapse backward.
“That’s because I’m the first man to claim you. After I’m done with you, your tight cunt is always going to take my cock perfectly. Isn’t it?” My answer is how I constrict around him ashe repeatedly hits that spot. Dots twinkle in my vision. “Fuck. Yeah, it is.”
I am so close.
“Are you about to come?”
Dizzy with pleasure, my eyes drift to the back of my head. “Mhmm,” is the only response I can manage.
“You aren’t allowed to come yet,” he growls.
“Stop talking to me like that, or I will,” I fire back.
“You and that fucking smart mouth.”
He rises and removes his hand from my head, only to snake his arms under my back. He lifts my frame into his arms, keeping his cock fully inside me. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck as I cling to him for stability.
His hot skin melts into mine. Cupping my ass in both palms, he turns, walking straight out of the bedroom and down the dark hallway. His strong arms lift me up and down, still sliding in and out of me as my lips attach to the cord in his neck.
A faint beep seizes my attention, and I glance up and around at the pristine kitchen with vaulted ceilings and marble counters. The only light reflecting off the furnished wood floors and countertops is the oven light he just turned on.
He lifts me off his cock, lowering me to my feet, the cold wood floor under my toes making me tense. The delicate yellow glow bounces off his taut muscles.
I want to trace every mapping of veins with my tongue. Create an atlas of every cord under his skin.
I glance around the room, but his hands grip the sides of my face, bringing my lips to his in a hot, feverish kiss. His tongue enters my mouth to play with mine, and I hum.
My steps retreat as Colten backs me up to the cold countertop, the edge digging into the ridge of my back. His lips pull away, and he leans over, grabbing something. Peering over my shoulder, I see him reach for an apple in the fruit bowl.
What the hell?
“Wh—” I swallow the weight of nerves lingering in my throat. “What’s that for?”
A corner of his mouth tilts. “Don’t ask questions. Why don’t you be a good girl and open those pretty lips for me?”
He wants to have a snack. Now?
My laugh stutters, my worries turning into flippant words that fall off my tongue in a ramble. “Wow. I thought you had more stamina than that,” I tease, running my fingernails across his pecs. “Need a snack already?” His jaw pops in irritation, and I smile.
Grasping onto my hips, he spins me around, placing his hand between my shoulder blades. Shoving my chest downward onto the marble, he uses his other arm to adjust my hips so my ass juts out. His hot body and erection press into my ass from behind while the cold countertop clings to the front of my clammy, heated skin and hardens my nipples to a painful level.
“The apple isn’t for me, Little Ghost.” If a few words could stop my heart from confusion alone, it would be those. By his tone, I know he’s wearing a malicious smirk. “It’s to shut your smart mouth while I fuck you senseless.”
