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He chuckles, a low, velvety sound. “How I do⁠—”

“How you fuck me.”

“Right. So I thrust it.”

“Exactly.”

Furrowing his brow, he sticks his tongue into the corner of his mouth. Then he begins to push the toy in before bringing it back out and pressing it to my clit.

It’s the most obscene thing I’ve ever witnessed, Colt fucking me with my own vibrator.

My orgasm rises, rises. So close already.

He pushes the vibrator back inside me.

“Oh God, Colt. That’s perfect. That’s it. Just like—oh, that.”

I love the look of concentration on his face. “Show me what I like to see. Show me how hard I make you come.”

He pushes the vibrator deeper, hitting me just where I like it. Then he pulls it back out. Pushes it back in. Pulls it back out slowly.

Then he’s pressing it to my clit. At the same time, he leans in to suck my nipple into his mouth.

My head falls back. “You’re—fuck you, Colton. You’re unbelievably good at this.”

Another chuckle. “I like learning you.”

My heart tips over. He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, pushing me off the edge.

The orgasm pounds through me. I grab him and bury my face in his neck, digging my nails into the skin of his neck.

“Colt—oh, shit. Shit. Colt.”

He kisses my jaw, my cheeks. “I’m right here, honey. You’re perfect. Keep coming.”

I do.

I come for what feels like an eternity. By the time I come back down and open my eyes, Colt has turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside. He’s unzipping his jeans. Pulling himself out. Rolling on a condom.

I’m opening my legs and he’s settling himself between them, holding eye contact the whole time. He’s heavy, pinning me to the ground. The floorboards bite into my neck and shoulder blades.

I like the breathless feeling it gives me.

He buries himself to the hilt inside me in one deep, gutting stroke. I’m full to the point of pain, and I love it.

Colt watches my face the whole time, eyes locked on me as he begins to move over and inside me. He reaches between us to play with my clit, my nipples. My cunt flutters.

Holy shit, am I about to come a second time? That’s never happened. Like, ever.

“Look at you,” he says, smiling. “The perfect little princess, letting me fuck her in the hay and the dirt. You like it, don’t you, Dallas?”

I smile. “Fuck you. I told you, don’t call me that.”

“You don’t like it? Why’re you about to come, then?”

I trail my hands up his sides, kneading the muscles that bunch and release there. He hits me on an especially hard thrust, making my tits bounce and my breath catch. “Because you are learning me.”

He leans his forehead against mine. “Fort Worth. LEGO expert. Big-ass heart. Kiss avoidant.”