CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Cole
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Cole
I ’ m done fucking trying.
Ginger might be the only woman on earth that gets under my skin, and the way I want her might be the death of me, but fuck, I’d face the fiery pits of hell just to hear one more of these little noises she’s making now. I don’t even give a fuck that we’re in my driveway. Nothing matters but her right now.
“Cole …” she whimpers as I fuck my first two fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
“Say my name like that again,” I command. I lift her for better access and her head falls back, pushing her perfect tits into my face. I’ve never been so hungry for a woman in my life. Of all people that would drive me to the brink of fucking insanity like this, it’s her. Of course it’s her.
“Cole …” she says in another moan as she shudders, and I feel her sweet pussy clamping down on my fingers.
“Atta girl.” I grip her hair and bring her face down, smiling into her lips as I push back into her and my thumb makes slow tight sweeps against her swollen clit. She’s about to lose it already and I fucking love every second of it.
“Yes … Oh God, keep doing that …” she gasps in that sexy, throaty little voice I’m starting to recognize. It only sounds like this when she’s full of lust—when she’s beyond caring how desperate she is.
“Telling me how to do my job?” I ask her as I bite her bottom lip, then release it.
“No … You do it … so perfectly,” she mutters. She’s all mine right now, lost in the way I fuck into her. I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy and suck them clean. My cock pulses as I do, begging to take their place.
“So fucking sweet,” I chant, sweeping my tongue against her lips to force her arousal into her mouth. She takes it eagerly, sucking it off my tongue as I shove both fingers back into her and let my thumb find that sweet little berry between her thighs once again. Her back arches and I let her have what she needs. Her nails slide under my uniform jacket and claw at my skin through my shirt. My balls draw tighter with her sounds. Ginger begins to spiral as I move her hips for her against my fingers, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She takes me as deep as she can, and the sound of her wet pussy taking my fingers fills the cabin of my truck as the windows fog.
“So fucking tight,” I mutter against her lips. She pushes against my cock every time I thrust into her, making the perfect kind of mess of my hand—and almost of my pants since I’m ready to blow in them. “If my fingers fill you like this, you don’t stand a fucking chance when my cock takes their place.”
Her chest heaves as she gasps for air and her pussy clenches me tight. I feel the orgasm flow through her as she screws her eyes shut and calls my name. Her legs shake as I slide my thumb back and forth over her sensitive clit while she comes down.
“Such a fucking stunning sight, watching you come for me,” I say as I grip the sides of her face with my hands and kiss her deeply.
I can’t wait another second. I crack my truck door open, pulling her out and tossing her over my shoulder. She yelps but it doesn’t slow me down. It’s all over for her now as I make my way inside the house, the fire I feel for her biting at my heels. “Now, let’s get you inside, Mrs. Ashby, and you can pick which room you’d like the next one in.”