Page 125 of Colt

Skin on skin on skin.

She’s warm, soft, and I moan at the feeling of safety that comes over me.

Which makes no sense. I’m an exposed nerve, a man at her mercy. But somehow I know she’s gonna take care of me.

She won’t make a fool of me by faking anything. Her eyes lock on mine as I lift my head, and she holds eye contact as I circle her clit with my head, then slide lower.

She’s here. Fully present.

I fucking love that.

Even through the condom, she feels impossibly hot and tight.

I can’t believe you’re letting me have you.

Her nipples brush against my chest on an inhale. Her hands are on my sides, her fingertips trailing ribbons of fire along my skin as she explores my body.

“Colt?”

I find her entrance, fireworks erupting in my skull as I push a little inside her. “Yeah?”

“How are you—the muscles here”—her hand coasts up my arm—“you’re huge, a brute. But so—oh—gentle when you wanna be.”

I’m pushing a little more inside her, her slick swollenness pulling me deeper. “With you. Only. With—you.”

“Not true. Your son. Family. The horses.”

I’d smile at the fact that neither of us can formulate complete sentences if I didn’t want to yell.

“Fuck.” I push deeper. “You. Good. Let me⁠—”

“Yes,” she breathes, swirling her fingertips in my chest hair before thumbing my nipple. “I’m never…so much pressure⁠—”

“Too much?”

She grabs my ass and pulls me down. “Not enough.”

I settle more of my weight on her, pinning her to the mattress as I bury myself to the root. She shuts her eyes, brows pulled together, but there’s a smile on her lips. The need in my core skyrockets. I kiss her throat, her jaw, trying my damnedest to keep it together as her cunt squeezes me.

She comes first. Always.

But then she rocks her hips, moving our bodies in a tiny thrust as she trails her lips over my jawline. They move up.

Move to the corner of my mouth.

I’d just have to turn my head to capture those lush lips in a kiss.

Reaching between us, I thumb her clit. “Tell me again—I don’t understand—why won’t you kiss me?”

She opens her eyes. I pull back my hips. Give her another small thrust. The barbell of her piercing glides across my own nipple.

Need. So much of it. Coiling tighter, making it hard to breathe.

Putting a hand on my chest, Lainey bites her lip.

“See, I wanna do that,” I manage, eyes on her mouth.

I roll my thumb again and again over her slickness while I begin to thrust in earnest. Her cunt flutters. Legs begin to shake.