Page 95 of Colt

I lift my hips to help her. When she pulls my cock free from the slit in my briefs, I nearly start howling again.

“You’re so pretty.” She’s throwing my words back at me as she wraps her hand around my length, thumbing my head with a softness and ease that makes my chest contract.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I groan. “Can a guy be pretty like that?”

“Absolutely.” Her certainty of this is a serious turn-on. “You feel like velvet. Everything’s proportionate. Just the right size. And this right here”—she thumbs my precum—“it’s gonna taste good.”

“Show me.” I cup her face. “Show me how good you think I taste.”

Her eyes stay locked on mine as she lowers her head. My brain fizzles, then flatlines completely when she kisses my leaking tip. Her lips feel warm and soft, and I have to close my eyes to keep my body in check.

I wanna go slow with her.

I also wanna mercilessly fuck that filthy mouth of hers until she chokes. I’ve been on edge for what feels like a small eternity.

Really, since we met that day in Dad’s offices.

But I’d like to think I’m a gentleman first, animal second.

She calls the shots.

She opens her mouth a little and presses the flat of her tongue against me. My hips jerk, the need for release coiling to an almost painful degree.

I watch, heart hammering, as she tastes. No, savors is a better word for the way she laps me up, lips and tongue impossibly soft and hot as they explore me.

Pressing her lips to the underside of my head, she hums. “Good?”

I hold on to the armrests for dear life, trying not to come. “Not good. The best. I’m—how do you feel⁠—”

“About swallowing?” Those lips curl into a grin. “I feel pretty great about it, actually.”

I’m dying.

I’m dead.

I’m never letting this girl out of my sight again.

“So you’ll let me come in your mouth, but you won’t let me kiss you there.”

Lainey sucks my tip into her mouth. My balls contract at the way her cheeks hollow out. Letting me go, she replies, “Nope.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Colton, none of this makes any sense. Let’s just roll with it, yeah?”

I can’t help but laugh at her use of my, er, most used word. One of them anyway. Even if my first thought is, honey, I haven’t kissed someone in a long-ass time, and I’d love to feel the butterflies again. Just once.

Just so I know I’m not totally numb.

“I just want it noted that I like—fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”

She’s curling her hand around my length while taking me in her mouth at the same time. She gives me a squeeze, then a tug, and sucks on my head. Hard.

Then she takes me deeper.

Deeper. Head bobbing enthusiastically, like she’s actually enjoying this and not doing it just to check off a box. This is all so obscene: my dick in her mouth, the taste of her cunt on my tongue. Her hair falling in her face as she dips. Comes back up. Dips again. Faster this time.

Best.