Page 156 of Colt

She moans, tossing aside the foil packet.

“You’re ready, honey. Get me there too, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Lainey reaches down, wrapping her hand around my root. But before she rolls on the condom, she’s scooting back a little. Bending at the waist, her nipples brushing my thighs.

Sucking my head into her mouth.

My hips jerk, and I push inside her. She sucks a little harder, swirling her tongue over my head.

I can’t.

Truly fucking can’t.

I throw an arm over my eyes. “Fuck, that feels good.”

She chuckles, which feels like a warm hum around my cock. Giving me one last suck, she pulls back, then kisses my wet tip. “Just returning the favor. You made me feel awful good last time we were up here.”

“That was the vibrator.”

“That was you using the vibrator. Big difference.”

“It wasn’t a favor, you know.” I reach up to play with her piercing while I watch her roll on the condom, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Making you feel good. I like doing it. I love doing it.”

You love her.

You know it. Have the courage to admit it.

Where the fuck is my sense of self-preservation? Shouldn’t it be kicking in right about now?

Or maybe this is me saving myself. What if that looks like asking Lainey to stay? Not just for a while but forever?

She looks at me, her eyes toggling between mine. “I know you do. Why do you think I kissed you?”

“I’m so glad you did, honey.”

Grinning, she takes my length in her hand and lines me up at her center. The pressure, already enormous, makes my stomach cave.

Her brows curve upward as she begins to sink down on me. This angle is a lot for her. For both of us.

I grab her hand. Feather the fingers of my other hand over her breasts and belly. “Look how pretty you are, taking me like this. You’re doing so good, honey. You feel so fucking good.”

She looks down and watches as she sinks lower, her little cunt splayed open around my width.

“You…feel good too,” she breathes, squeezing my hand. “Just a lot. You’re always a lot.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“The best thing.”

She sinks lower. Her cunt is heaven, its soft pull on me making me groan.

When I gently stroke her clit with my thumb, her head falls back.

“You are the worst,” she says. “And by that, I mean the best. I like that.”

“I know you do.”

“Make me come?”