Chapter 19
POV: Abby?
It was 6:00 am when my eyes fluttered open.
Cole’s heavy arm was still draped over my waist, protectively, and I didn’t feel the usual dull ache in my core this morning as I usually did after a night of sex with him.
My memories flooded through my mind of last night.
No sex. Just cuddling.
Cole actually kept his word…surprisingly so, especially for a rough man like him.
My heart fluttered at the thought.
I felt like I was slowly chipping away at Cole’s heavily guarded heart. The man acted like he had a steel cage around it.
I rolled over to my side, shifting Cole’s arm only slightly, but causing him to stir awake.
His eyes fluttered open. But there was a sudden warmth to his usual cold brown eyes for once. And I liked it.
“Good morning,” I smiled, running my thumb over the bridge of his nose playfully.
Cole smirked, not fully, but it was enough. “Good morning, baby.”
“Baby?” I smiled, blushing as I did. I wasn’t used to pet names from him.
“You don’t like it?” he asked, his smirk falling from his lips.
“I like it, I’m just not used to this…warmth from you,” I teased.
His arm wrapped further around my waist as he tugged me against him, so close that our noses were touching and our lips were grazing over each other.
“Don’t get used to it,” he mumbled against my lips.
“Oh?” I asked, giggling. “I shouldn’t get used to this? I was beginning to like it.”
He ran his fingers down my side, gently tickling me. “I’m not a gentle man, Abby, you know that.”
“A girl can dream,” I sighed, giggling. “But I guess if I had to choose between gentle and rough then I’d choose rough. I like when you man-handle me.”
“Do you?” he replied, as his hand drifted down towards my bare ass. He squeezed it in his grasp sending a short moan from my mouth in surprise.
“Mhm,” I bit my lip, closing my eyes to revel in his touch for a second.
“Good,” he replied, continuing to move his touch further down the other side of my body, down my stomach then lower, and hovering it right above my core.
I held my breath as I waited for his touch.
But he continued to tease me by holding his fingers right above my core, leaving me longing.
“Cole,” I murmured, eagerly anticipating the sweep of his fingers over my clit.
“Greedy girl,” he muttered, running his thumb along the base of my stomach.
“You’re torturing me,” I whined, opening my eyes and settling on his.
His eyes were full of thirst. “I hadn’t noticed.”
I narrowed my eyes on him, slapping away his hand.
But he caught my hand in his grasp, holding me from moving. “You know what disobedience gets you, Abby.”
And before I knew it, he got to his feet, picked me up in his arms and pressed me against his chest, half naked, and carried me to the bathroom.
He set me down next to the shower and cornered me so I had nowhere left to run. “Are you ready to be a good girl now, Abby?”
I gulped, knowing I did just as I intended to—I pissed Cole off.
He smirked. “Words, Abby, words.”
I stuttered, “Well—I—I am.”
He smiled, a wide smile that made my heart beat faster.
His boxers hung dangerously low on his hips. And with one swift movement, he was naked, exposing his erection—thick and ready for me.
Next thing I knew, his hands were on my body, yanking over the worn t-shirt from my head and exposing my hard nipples.
His mouth clasped around my nipple, sucking and licking and making me moan loudly. Then his hands lifted me from my feet and under the showerhead then pushed me right into the tile. The cold tile sent a moan from my mouth as his hand wrapped around my throat and held me in place.
“Promise me,” I muttered as he held my throat in his grasp, staring into my eyes as if he could see into my soul.
He gave me a look of puzzlement.
“Promise me,” I started again. “That you won’t push me away anymore, Cole.”
Cole’s grip tightened around my throat as he considered my words. “Is that a demand?”
“Yes,” I mustered out, as my hand cascaded across his chest, feeling his hard muscle. “Promise me, Cole.”
His gaze never left mine. “I promise.”
Then before I could respond, Cole flipped me around so that my ass was pressed against his hard cock. “Promise me something too,” he rasped, holding the back of my neck and pressing my face into the tile.
“Anything,” I groaned, waiting for his entry.
His voice was rough as he pressed the tip of his engorged cock against my entryway. “Promise me you won’t let another man touch you. Ever.”
“Never,” I whined out as his cock inched inside me, spreading me open for his girth and length.
“And that you’ll only take my cum.”
I groaned, sexually frustrated, as he refused to push his cock any further inside me until I said the words he wanted to hear. “I promise, Cole.”
“Say the words, Abby.”
“I’ll only ever take your cum.”
“Good girl,” he rasped, as he slid inside me, completely now, taking me as his once again.
He pressed his hand on the small of the back, arching my back for him as my ass bent at a pleasing angle for him. He held both sides of my waist in place as he entered me again and again with brutal force.
“Is this what you wanted, Abby?” he seethed, yanking my hair back with each thrust.
I nodded, unable to speak.
“Say it,” he demanded, yanking my hair back harder and still inside me.
“Yes. This is what I wanted!”
“Good girl,” he complemented, thrusting again, this time harder, causing my ass to slap against him. “My good girl. Do you want me to fuck you, Abby?”
“Yes!”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes! Fuck me, Cole! Fuck me!” I screamed out, looking at him, to watch as he slid in and out of me at an unnatural pace.
So, he did.
He fucked me. He fucked me so hard that I cried with each thrust, that I came undone around his cock, and he came undone inside of me, and the two of us were out of breath after I finished.
But as soon as he removed his cock from inside me, he forced me to my knees, “take it.”
So, I did, I took his cock inside my mouth, tasting a mixture of both of our cums, licking his tip, then taking his entire cock inside my throat until I gagged on it.
Cole pulled me back up to my feet, causing my legs to wobble, as he lifted me up by my ass and intertwined my legs around his waist.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he asked, pressing my throbbing core around his slick, hardened cock.
I nodded, with wide pleasing eyes, ready to take him inside me again.
“Take me again, Cole,” I replied with glossy eyes.
He slipped inside me again, lifting me by my ass while in his arms, up and down on his cock, at a slow, methodical pace.
This was not like how he usually fucked me, it was a slower and more intimate. Every thrust inside me, as he gripped my ass to assist with the movement, was intimate and brought us closer together. Our gazes never left each other’s.
I watched as his eyes glazed over with each thrust, as his lips curled into an o shape. Right before he was about to come, he pressed his lips on my neck, kissing all the way down to my collarbone, then brought his lips back to mine and kissed me so tenderly, as his tongue intertwined with mine.
As he came inside me and I came around him, I slumped my head around his shoulder and traced lazy circles around his backside, as he went soft inside me.
Cole eventually removed his cock from me and set me down, offering me a soft smile as the water cascaded across our bodies.
And in my head, I knew that I was too deep into this and my feelings were too far gone for Cole.
You can’t run anymore, Abby. This is it.