Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
Jenna
Iam dying.
Colton King is cupping my face with his way too big hands in a rough and demanding way and kisses me. He’s setting off a chain reaction of pure lust.
“Come here,” he says and grabs my waist, yanks me against him, and fuck.
The way his body molds to mine—hard relentless muscles against my soft curves.
I gasp, but I swallow the sound, my lips crashing onto his with the kind of hunger that should’ be illegal.
His mouth is filthy—hot, wet, and tasting like a bushfire licking out of control.
I don’t even know how he does it, but he has me flipped.
He licks inside, practically fucking my tongue with his.
My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.
As an answer, his hand twists into my hair—a sharp pull at the root—and somewhere behind me I hear the small plastic clatter of my hair clip hitting the marble floor.
Fuck. Why did I wait so long to kiss Colton King? I have no idea. It’s the best, most intoxicating thing I’ve ever had in my life. But I had to process my feelings first. When we almost had sex on his couch something inside of me changed, but I couldn’t hold back anymore and I’m glad we stopped.
He grabs my chin, forcing me to open my eyes and look at him while he still kisses me like there’s no tomorrow.
“I may seem calm,” he says. “But I’ve already fucked you a hundred times in my mind since we’ve met.”
My breaths come quicker now.
He pulls back just far enough that I can feel it on my mouth.
My hands find his waist, then the hem of his shirt, then nothing in particular—just moving.
He grabs my lower back and the small sound I make gets swallowed between us.
His tongue finds mine and I stop thinking about the marble floor, the hair clip, the case, Matthew—any of it.
My fingers twist harder into his shirt. He grins against my mouth—I can feel it—and he tips my chin up.
All those years of Colton King existing somewhere in the world while I was busy becoming someone else, and it turns out this is what was on the other side of all that.
And suddenly it feels like one of those moments when a dream comes true.
He grabs me by my butt, lifting me up. “Kissing you won’t be nearly enough.”
And that’s when Colton King walks me back to his room and I’m not one bit worried that I might be too heavy for him, because my man is a giant. Only seconds later, he throws me onto the bed.
My hands tremble as they explore the hard planes of Colton’s bare chest, his skin hot beneath my touch.
His hands are everywhere, moving down my body, making quick work of my shirt.
Buttons scatter across the hardwood floor, taking with them any remaining doubts.
A low growl of approval rumbles from his chest as my bra-clad breasts are revealed to his hungry eyes.
“God, you’re so perfect for me, baby.”
His lips leave mine, tracing a path of wet, burning kisses down my neck, sending electric shivers down my spine. His tongue teases my hardened nipple through the lace, drawing out moans I can’t hold back any longer. “Colton...,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He looks up at me, his husky-like eyes on fire. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Jenna. I need you.” Before I can respond, his six foot five body is kneeling over me, and I watch him unbutton his pants.
And damn. His eyes.
His face.
His voice.
His smell.
I watch him free himself from his trousers and just look at him for a moment.
I don’t move. I just stare. Fully stare.
The city lights from the window find him—blue from somewhere, red from somewhere else— and I forget to be nervous.
He has a beautiful dick. I don’t think that often, but he has the straight kind, long-shafted, the tip soft and pulsing red in the dark room.
I lean forward and run my tongue along it—slowly, just once, just to feel it.
He says something, I guess it’s Russian, but it’s followed by a deep groan as I kiss his dick.
Yeah, he’s making me a filthy bitch. But I’m determined at becoming his little bitch.
“Fuck, Solnyshko. Fucking fuck. I need to be inside of you. Now.”
And that’s all it takes. He gets rid of his pants, of my pants, my bra… within seconds I’m bare in front of him. Not a layer hiding anything away.
“I’ll go slow, I promise. I’ll never hurt you, Solnyshko” he whispers.
I nod, my body arching upwards, craving his touch.
Colton kisses me again, stealing my breath as he guides my hand to his erection. My fingers tentatively grip him, stroking him firmly, learning his length and girth.
He groans, his hips bucking into my touch. “God, Jenna... I’m going to lose it. Put it in. I need to feel you.”
I let out a sigh and guide his hardness inside me slowly while his blue gaze never leaves mine. Our moans harmonize as he fills me, stretching my walls, claiming me completely.
I remember they called him dangerous.
But Colton King might be my safe space.
He closes his eyes, savoring the feeling for a moment before opening them again, needing to see me.
And I move, my hips rolling in time with his, as his weight presses me into the mattress.
He’s so big, tall—massive. I could fit twice inside him, and I just love the way he takes my breath away, the way he could crush me with just his body mass.
The connection between us is electric, deeper than just physical pleasure. This is something more, something I’ve never felt before.
His hands grip my hips, guiding my motions, urging me on.
Then he presses farther into me and there’s pain. The good kind. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
I comply, pleasure coursing through my veins as I ride him harder, faster.
Sweat coats our bodies, mingling our scents as we lose ourselves in each other.
Suddenly, Colton flips me over, taking control, entering me from behind and, oh my god.
My body arches off the bed with each powerful movement.
“Colton... I’m... I’m...,” I pant, my orgasm building like a storm.
And just when I think I’m coming, he flips me over again and I lie bare in front of him, panting like I’ve just ran a marathon.
“What…”
He chuckles low. “You didn’t think I’d let you come in just a few minutes, did you? I waited a lifetime for this moment. I’m going to savor every second of it.”
“What are—”
Then he goes down on me, and I just like I was used to whenever a man tried to, I want to push him away, but he grabs my hand midway.
“I will never do anything you don’t want me to, Solnyshko…
so you have to give me permission to eat you like the hungry dog I am…
but you will love it. I will love it. I will savor every lick. ”
And he says it while never taking his gaze off me once.
It’s hard for me to breathe.
He looks so freaking perfect. Like out of a catalogue. Like I’ve stepped into my favorite romance movie. And he wants me. All of me.
“Say it, Solnyshko. Tell me to eat you. Please do. Please let me, I beg you.”
And as an answer I spread my legs. “Eat me, Colton. I’m all yours.”
He sighs as if I just granted him his biggest wish.
Then he moves down, his hands grabbing my tits as his head vanishes between my legs. I shudder from nothing and then, oh then, I feel his breath against my clit. He doesn’t do anything at first—no, he sniffs me—and even though I was always afraid of someone doing that, I moan.
“God, you smell like my favorite addiction baby.”
“Colton… shit…”
He responds with a primal growl.
I grab the sheets behind me, fisting them because I feel like I’m losing it.
The moment he presses a kiss to my clit, I forget that I need to breathe, to exist, to be.
Then he starts and I wonder what the fuck I was doing before him.
That’s it. There’s only after Colton now. He ruined everyone else for me.
And then he sniffs at my entrance and his nose dives into me, deeply.
I groan, moan, shift, but he won’t let me. I stay right there, thriving because of the way he touches me.
That’s when he really laps up my arousal like it was his last meal.
He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking fast, then slow, teasing me until my thighs tremble.
“Fuck—fuck—right there,” I moan, back arching off his bed.
He cups my ass with both of his hands and licks faster. It’s just the right amount of softness. The perfect light pressure. His tongue picks up speed, giving me exactly what I need.
I feel him growl against my pussy, his lips practically sealing around my clit, sucking hard just before he plunges two fingers deep inside me.
And damn, I clench around him. And when he crooks his fingers just right, finding that spongy spot that made me scream the last time, I know I’m fucking close to heaven.
“You gonna come for me?” he whispers, lips slick with me. “Gonna soak my face like a good little wife?”
I fist the sheets harder.
Fuck.
I am coming.
“Come for me, Jenna. I want to feel you come apart on my lips.”
And my answer is a broken cry, my climax hitting places I never knew could be hit. It’s ripping through my body, shaking me to my core.
My eyes flutter open and all I can see is Colton King glistening with juice that drips down his chin. And he doesn’t let up, he still licks me through it, drinking me down like the filthy, obsessed bastard he is.
And when I finally collapse, panting, he licks his lips and fucking smirks at me.
“Fuck you taste so good. Can I come inside you, Jenna. Please?”
His begging makes me hot again. Even though I just came undone in his arms, I want to feel his cock once more.
“Fill me up,” I say.
And with one swift motion, he lines up his dick with my pussy, sinking in deep all over again. I feel him stretching me, taking over—just how I like it. I can’t help but grind back onto him. My eyes flutter shut and the next moment I can feel his strong hand on my chin.
“Look at me, Solnyshko.”
I pant against the headboard.
“Colton…” and he groans in response, hips moving harder as he takes me faster, deeper.
He growls as if claiming me as his own. And as we move together, I remember why no one else ever cut it for me before.
Because Colton King is on a whole other level of well-built perfection when it comes to fucking someone senseless.
“You’re taking my cock so well. I don’t want to stop. I want to stay in you forever.”
My nails dig into the flexing muscles of his shoulders, holding on as he drives into me, each thrust a claim.
His body tenses, trembles, and he buries his face in my neck.
A low groan escapes from him as he shudders against me, and I feel the pulse of him, the rhythm of his release, filling me up like he promised.
And he stays there, pressed deep, as if he never wants to leave.