Part 7 (2/2)

”Nuh-uh. You had your say; now let me have my fun. Open your legs. Wider, honey.” She hesitated but complied, slowly parting her legs. ”Yeah, like that.”

She was trembling in his hands, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Slowly he gathered some of the lube dripping from her p.u.s.s.y and spread it up to her c.l.i.t. She jumped so hard he had to hold her by the waist with the other arm.

”Easy, babe, easy.” He kissed her neck and stilled his touch. He was eager to feel her flesh clamping around his fingers, but if he wasn't careful, she was going to come apart in his arms even before he had any time to enjoy her. ”d.a.m.n, you're so wet. I'm going to push my fingers inside you, but you have to promise you won't come right away.”

”I'll try. Can't promise s.h.i.+t,” she said on a ragged breath, her body all but shaking.

He grinned. No, he guessed she couldn't. And that was as well because nothing would make him happier than getting her to come again and again. But the longer she waited, the hotter it'd burn.

Nibbling at her jaw, he slid one finger inside of her, and her p.u.s.s.y clenched on him right away, sucking him in. Man, so tight and so hot. He took a small bite at her neck, and she whimpered, the vibration making his gut cramp in need.

”G.o.d, you're killing me. You feel so good,” he whispered to her, pus.h.i.+ng a second finger in. She let out a throaty moan and flung her head back on his shoulder, arching her spine and pressing her a.s.s against him.

She was melting in his arms, granting him full access. He groaned and sank deeper inside her welcoming heat. ”I want you so much I hurt, babe. All I can think about day and night is you. How it's going to feel to have you naked under me, your legs wrapped tight around my waist while I pound into you. I'm dying to lose myself in you.”

She tensed at his words, her hands on his thighs, her nails digging into his jeans.

”Don't come yet, sweet thing. Wait a little. Just for me. I want to enjoy you a bit more.”

She shook her head and closed her eyes tight. Her breath grew more ragged, her p.u.s.s.y pulsing so hard around him it was as though it had its own heartbeat.

She was going to last around five seconds more. Which was good, because he was also five seconds away from coming in his pants if she kept grinding her a.s.s on his c.o.c.k.

He moved his fingers out, then in again, carefully avoiding contact with her c.l.i.t, afraid the smallest graze would set her off. She was having none of it though. She reached for his hand and covered it with her own, pressing it against her p.u.s.s.y.

”More. Don't...don't stop,” she whispered in shallow pants, her c.l.i.t throbbing under his palm.

She was afraid he'd stopped f.u.c.king her? Please, like there was a force in the universe strong enough to get his fingers away from her.

”I don't want to stop. I want to make it better,” he said as she rode harder on his erection. ”I want to go down on you. Lap at your c.l.i.t. Push my tongue inside this juicy spot of yours, eat you from the inside out until you melt in my mouth and beg me to f.u.c.k you. Then I'll spread your legs wide and come deep, deep inside your body. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

”Oh G.o.d, Cole, oh G.o.d. I'm...”

And she came. Long and sweet, gripping his fingers, her o.r.g.a.s.m going on and on as he kissed her exposed throat.

His body tightened to the point of pain. Now he remembered why he hadn't wanted to take his truck. He'd wanted to avoid ending up where he was now, fingers deep in her and dying from the need to take her. He'd thought not having a backseat would stop him. Yeah, right.

”Christy baby, I'm starving for you,” he whispered as she began to settle down.

”I want you too,” she said in a barely audible voice, and then she bent slightly over. ”Here. Now.”

Oh G.o.d. The walls of her c.u.n.t were still pulling at him, refusing to let go. And she was lifting her tail to him.

He groaned. All he had to do was press her on top of the tank, push her pants down, and plunged into her, deep and hard. She'd let him. She didn't have a slightest clue what she was getting herself into or how hard he'd use her, but she'd let him. And he'd waited so long to f.u.c.k that sweet p.u.s.s.y.

Chapter Five.

He closed his eyes, breathed deep, and fought for control. ”Not here. You're too tight. If I f.u.c.k you in this position, I'll hurt you.” He was too far gone to be gentle or to show any technique besides hammering her into the tank. ”Let's go home.”

Good thing they were just a two-minute ride from his place.

”Clothes off,” Cole ordered in a low bark the second they crossed his threshold. His hand was still on the doork.n.o.b, and he was already out of his mind. Perfect. Very mature.

Christy backpedaled to the wall, hitting it with a loud thud. His body language was scaring her. And no wonder, because it was scaring him. His muscles were so tense they were about to snap. If his jaw got any tighter, it was going to break.

”What?” she asked, eyes glittering with something akin to fear.

He didn't bother repeating himself. He locked the door and turned to her. It looked like Ms. Adventurous and Daring was gone. She'd frozen to glacial temperatures on the way home. He should have f.u.c.ked her when he had the chance.

”You have to tone this down,” Christy told him, her voice pleading.

”This?”

”Yes...this,” she said, gesturing between them with her hand. ”These huge l.u.s.t shock waves coming my way. You have to tone them down. I can barely breathe.”

He came closer, chuckling. ”Sorry, sweetheart, I can't change my response to you. Besides, asking you to get naked is a simple, rather traditional request that shouldn't faze you. After all, you were the one begging to get f.u.c.ked on my bike.” In a deserted yet public s.p.a.ce. Talk about shock wave. Turning down that sweet a.s.s had cost him ten years of his life-maybe more.

She blushed, embarra.s.sed at his bluntness. So f.u.c.king cute.

”Don't be crude.”

He shrugged. ”Sorry, I can't change that either. I am what I am, and my crudeness is what's making you pant, babe.”

And she was panting. She might not have realized it, but she was. Short, little pants that sounded d.a.m.n loud in the quietness of the hallway. Slamming at his c.o.c.k, actually, making it twitch and throb like a motherf.u.c.ker.

”I'm not-”

He cupped her neck and dragged her to him, silencing her protests by taking her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss while his thigh pressed against her legs, forcing them to accommodate him in between. With the wall at her back, she had nowhere to go. Nails digging into his arms, she gave herself to the kiss, and soon that hot p.u.s.s.y of hers was insistently rubbing against him. He wanted so badly to be inside her, bathing in her heat, he was almost shaking from the need.

He trailed his mouth over her throat while he glided his hands from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s down to her rib cage, her soft belly, and then around to her behind, squeezing it and lifting her on tiptoes, grinding her against him as she sank her fingers into his hair and parted her legs wider for him. Rolling his c.o.c.k over her mound, he kissed his way up to her mouth again, greedily swallowing all her choked moans, keeping her quivering body in his embrace.

”I want you, now. Clothes off.”

His d.i.c.k felt like it was going to burst. Any more of this dry f.u.c.king and he was going to lose it and come all over himself.

He yanked her s.h.i.+rt over her head, unb.u.t.toned her pants, and unceremoniously shoved them down. Her breath caught.

”Lose them,” he said as he unzipped his jeans.

She didn't move, her pants pooling at her feet.

”Here? But-”

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