Chapter 36
Cole
ALL THE WAY IN
“Get over here.” I crook a finger at Ariana as she watches me with those doe eyes, in nothing but her panties, sitting back on her knees.
She blinks rapidly, worrying on her plump bottom lip. God, she’s so sexy, looking like innocence and sin at once.
“Are you sure?”
One of these days she’s going to realize that when it comes to her pussy, I’m insatiable. If I could spend eternity with my face between her thighs it still wouldn’t be long enough to satisfy my craving for her. “More than sure. Lose the panties and sit that sweet pussy on my mouth.”
She breathes shakily before sliding her thumbs under the band of her underwear and peeling them off. Reluctantly, she crawls over to me, stopping short when she’s not sure what to do next.
“Like this.” I maneuver one of her legs to swing over me. Gripping her thighs, I settle her on my chest so she can orient herself. “Grab the headboard, baby.”
Doing as she’s told, she reaches for it, shifting forward a little, and I’m immediately surrounded by her heady scent. My mouth waters, desperate for a taste.
When I look up at her, the view is a goddamn vision. I can’t help but let my hands wander over all those soft curves. She releases a breathy sigh, tipping her head back slightly as I caress her body.
I could come just from this—from touching her, indulging in this gorgeous woman, and bringing her pleasure.
“Scoot up and feed me your pussy. I need to taste you.”
Her thighs quiver as she inhales a trembling breath. “I won’t hurt you? What if I’m too heavy?”
“You’re not,” I assure her, digging my fingers into her rounded ass cheeks and pulling her closer to my mouth.
She’s still not where I want her, but my tongue is able to run up her center. I suck between her wet lips, groaning as I swallow her arousal. “This would be my last meal. I’d happily die with the taste of your pussy on my tongue.”
I lightly flick her clit and her whole body shakes. I fucking love how sensitive she is.
“Cole,” she moans, grinding against my face before finally sinking down and smothering me.
If heaven is real, it’s between Ariana’s legs.
I tighten my hold on her, encouraging her hips to roll while I thoroughly lick every inch of her delicious heat.
Soon, she doesn’t need my help and rides my face all on her own—hands holding the headboard in a death grip, thighs clamped tightly on either side of my head, pressing into my ears, nothing but satisfied moans and sighs slipping past those pouty lips.
I almost lose my goddamn mind when one of her hands lets go of the headboard and she starts touching herself—massaging her breast, pinching and tugging at her rosy nipple with no direction from me, just doing it because she wants to.
I’m hard as a rock, painfully erect, pre-cum leaking down my shaft. I need to be inside her more than I need to breathe. But I’ll wait as long as it takes to make sure she’s ready for me.
Her movements turn frantic, her incoherent cries melding with the wet sounds of her pussy sliding against my face.
She’s close, so I give her what she needs to get there, tugging on her swollen clit.
The crash is immediate—her entire body contracts as her release bathes me, soaking my face, and it feels like a revelation I’ll never recover from.
She collapses beside me, her body still pulsing and trembling, but I’m just getting started.
The after-effects of her orgasm have left her body malleable in my hands, allowing me to spread her legs and shove two fingers inside her before she’s even realized what’s happening.
“Cole!” she gasps, eyes blown wide as she watches me work my fingers in and out of her. “I can’t do another one.” Her back arches, legs falling further apart.
I think someone’s a dirty little liar. “You owe me two, and I’m a man who gets what he wants.”
My fingers curl inside her, pistoning in quick succession.
Ariana fists the comforter, her hips bucking as her back curves off the bed like her body is possessed.
Her eyes screw shut, her cries fractured by the chanting of my name.
The moment I hit her G-spot, she screams wild and mindless, a gushing release squirting like a downpour after a drought—coating my fingers and stomach and chest. Dipping my head, I drop open my mouth to catch the stream of sweet liquid on the flat of my tongue.
I gather what I can, greedily drinking it down like the savage I’ve become. I’m a man obsessed and I’m not afraid to admit it.
“Oh my God,” she groans, muffled by a pillow as she stretches her stunningly naked body like a languid cat. Her smile is lazy and sated, eyes heavy-lidded and high off orgasms. If I was an artist, this is the image I’d paint but it’d never come close to the beauty of witnessing it in person.
She catches me staring, and for once isn’t the least bit bashful. Instead she lays on her side, head propped on an elbow, a coy little smirk playing on her lips.
She’s a fucking goddess, finally owning her power.
And I think if I don’t get inside her soon I might actually die.
Her hand reaches out to unfasten my slacks, but I catch it before she makes contact. “Not yet,” I say with a teasing tsk.
She presses her lips together, hiding a grin.
With one quick shove, my pants and briefs hit the floor, my eager cock springing free. I wrap my fist around the shaft, giving it a few strokes, before thumbing through pre-cum to coat myself.
Ariana watches me with rapt attention, licking her lips. If I thought I had a chance at lasting, I’d gladly fuck that pretty mouth. But right now, I’m too worked up, too consumed with the thought of being inside her.
Coming closer, I lean forward, hovering my body over hers. Her eyes fly up to meet mine, so full of trust I can physically feel my heart expand with the weight of this moment.
She nods, giving me silent permission to continue.
Even though we’re both slick from her releases, I swipe a finger down her center, testing her wetness.
Her arousal is everywhere. On my body. Her body.
The bed. Running down her thighs. She’s more than adequately soaked, but that doesn’t stop me from briefly sitting up to spit between her legs, working my saliva into her gloriously puffy pussy.
Her legs tip open more as she blows out a breath and my chest swells with anticipation.
I finally have her underneath me and ready to be completely mine, yet I can’t help but feel nervous.
I don’t give a fuck what that piece of shit boy thinks he got from her when she clearly wasn’t ready.
This is her first time. And I need to make it as good for her as possible.
With one hand around my cock lining up at her entrance, I use the other to gently cup her jaw, trailing my thumb across her cheekbone. “We can stop at any time, okay? It’s probably going to hurt a little, but I’ll go nice and slow.”
“I’m ready, Cole. I promise. Make me yours.”
I bend to kiss her, needing to feel connected to her before pushing in. It’s only when I slide my cock over the slick coating of her arousal that I realize I forgot something very crucial.
“Condom,” I force out. “I have a box in the truck.” What the hell was I thinking? I’ve never gone bare with someone. It’s too reckless.
I start to ease back, when her fingers dig into my shoulder, stopping me.
“I’m on the pill, you don’t need one.”
“Baby, you can’t let me fuck you raw. I’ve never not used a condom.”
The corner of her mouth twitches and I’m fucking weak for that little wicked smile she’s fighting. She wants me inside her bare. And now I’m even harder, thinking of taking her with nothing between us. Filling her with my cum. Watching it seep out of her pussy.
I’d love nothing more than to give her what I’ve never given anyone else.
“I want to feel you,” she says. “All of you.”
Her words send me over the edge, and I kiss her again, possessive and claiming, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She’s right there with me, meeting me just as frenzied. We devour each other as I drag my cock across her wet pussy lips.
She moans into my mouth when I tease her by nudging just the tip in, only to pull it back out. I do it again and again, before circling her clit with the crown of my cock.
She makes whining, whimpering sounds, her frustration mounting. I want her needy and begging for relief.
“Cole, please. I can take it.”
I bring my lips to her collarbone and lick up the column of her neck, causing her to squirm beneath me. Her pulse is wild, her heartbeat thrumming between us as I drag my length up and down her drenched center.
“Fuck me, Cole,” she cries. “I need you to fuck me.”
Once the word fuck comes out of her sweet mouth, I’m a goner, and have no choice but to start sliding inside, my resolve gone.
The moment I breach the head of my dick past her entrance, her eyes flare, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.
Holy fuck. She’s so fucking tight. I’m barely two inches in and she’s choking me with a vise grip. It’s a miracle I don’t come immediately.
My forehead drops to hers as I give her another inch. “Eyes on me, baby. Stay with me.”
Thrusting again, I give her more of myself and watch as her expression tenses from the invasion before subsiding as she adjusts.
I move my hips slowly, not wanting to give her more than she can handle. “How are you doing? Does it hurt?”
“It hurts, but don’t stop,” she says through a strained whisper.
I freeze even though she told me not to stop because the last thing I want to do is hurt her. My chest tightens, my heart fucking aching. I need to make this better for her. I have to.
She rocks against me, her hips lifting to take more. “I don’t care that it hurts. Give me everything. Every inch. All of it.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I don’t know if she realizes how filthy those words sound when she’s begging, but it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I slide in more, this time tracing slow circles over her clit as I do.
“I like that,” she moans.