Chapter 39
YASMINE
Fully naked now, Cole slides his hand between my legs and rubs my clit with the perfect pressure that has me arching my neck back, which he takes as an invite to nip and lick at, moving down my chest to my tit, where he sucks a nipple into his mouth, making me whimper.
I thread my fingers into his hair, pushing him into my chest, encouraging him to suck harder as he continues to work his fingers between my pussy.
“Does it feel good?” he asks me, drawing circles around my clit, arousal flooding my core, heating my skin.
I press my thighs together to ease the tension building between them, but all it does is make Cole pinch my clit with his skilled fingertips before he slides one of his thick fingers inside me, and I cry out, calling his name as if he belongs to me.
When he asked me if I was his, I told him I am, and I hope he believed me because for the rest of my life, I want him and only him.
Biting my nipple between his teeth, he gives it a hard suck, which drives my senses wild with desire, my whole body coming alive, goosebumps racing across my skin in sinful waves.
I unclamp his hand from between my legs, and he takes this as an invitation to insert another finger, causing me to inhale a breath, because I know he’s stretching me, getting me ready to take his thick cock.
The sound of how wet I am combines with our gasps of pleasure, and when he finger fucks me much faster than he was, and rubs my clit with his thumb, it makes me mewl like a cat.
Hungry to touch him again, I lower my hand between us, palm his cock, and brush my thumb over his yet again hard cock. This man has a magical dick, I’m confident about it, and he has the stamina of a bull.
I shamelessly buck my hips, riding his fingers fast, and he lifts his head, coming eye to eye with me as he glides his fingers back and forth, pumping them in and out of me, my walls fluttering around him.
He grins wickedly, sending a thrill of excitement all over my body, every one of the hairs of my body standing to his attention.
He stops finger fucking me, and I groan from the loss when he removes his fingers from my wet center, my pulse quickening because I know what comes next; he’s going to fuck me into oblivion, which is exactly what I want.
It’s what we need to connect us once more.
I’m furious that he’s stopped, though, and I narrow my eyes but watch with fascination as he licks my arousal off his digits.
“You taste sweeter than honey, baby.”
God, why is that so hot? I want to lean forward and taste myself too, but I’m not quick enough because Cole bends his knees slightly, cups my ass and sets me on the edge of the freezing glass dining table, his cock rubbing against my stomach, smearing precum on my skin.
I don’t care. I want him to cover me in himself.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you.”
Excitement makes my heart rate spike, and I rest my hands behind me on the table then lift my feet onto the edge of it and spread myself open wide for him.
His gaze drops to my pussy, and he licks his lips as I lie back and that’s when I feel him again, touching my pussy, before plunging a finger deep inside of me, making my back arch off the glass surface.
I don’t care how frigid the table is, because my body is burning for him.
“You’re soaking,” he says.
“Only for you.” One look from him is all it takes to soak my panties through.
I’m trembling with excitement because we’re about to reconnect, something I never thought would happen again, since I didn’t believe I’d see him again after our wild night together.
All I had left were the memories, and the bruises from his fingertips on my hips faded over time, making me think it was all a dream.
But now he’s here, and this feels real—I almost have to pinch myself to believe it’s really happening.
Unable to resist, Cole reaches down between my spread thighs and pinches my clit, which has me hissing through my teeth and bucking my hips. He slides his finger inside my pussy again, then one more, then another. “You’re so tight like this, baby.”
My eyes roll back into my head, and the feeling of fullness is almost too overwhelming to bear. “I want you so bad, Cole,” I whimper, reaching for him.
The next thing I know he’s removed his fingers, and moves on top of me, capturing his lips with mine, pushing against the seam of my mouth as his hungry tongue seeks mine.
He tongue-fucks my mouth, and at the same time he slides his cock up and down my pussy, teasing me, the passion between us rising, our bodies hot and sweaty in anticipation for what’s to come. The intense tension in the air is growing; it’s impossible to ignore.
He pushes the tip of his cock inside of me, slightly.
“That feels so good,” I pant against his mouth, pushing myself onto his cock, but he pulls back. “Cole, please.” I raise my hips, my desperation evident.
Leaning back, he stands tall and watches where we join in fascination, his tattoos shifting across his body like a living piece of art.
He slides in and out of my body, over and over, inch by slow inch, working me into a frenzy, making me grumble in annoyance, getting wetter by the second, but I’m eventually rewarded when he pushes the head of his cock inside my entrance, much further this time, causing goosebumps to dance across my skin.
“Cole, fuck me.” I reach for him and successfully grab his hips as he spreads my knees wider.
Slowly, painfully, he pushes the tip of his cock inside of me further for what is hopefully the first of many times to follow, my walls tightening around him.
“Are you still on the pill?” he asks, taking his time before pushing in another half inch, and I can’t stop myself from groaning, the size of his large dick stretching me in pleasurable ways, reminding me of what I have been missing.
“Yes,” I reply, and that’s all it takes to have him thrusting himself into me with what feels like the force of a hurricane, bottoming out, filling me completely.
I let out a yelp at the unexpectedness, but I’m so relieved this is finally happening again, my body relaxing knowing that he did everything in his power to find me, wants me, and was attracted to me, not just once but twice, and it feels like destiny.
I want him to have all of me. Every minute of every day doesn’t feel like it will be enough.
I want him to claim me as his own and shout it from the rooftops.
Because the way my body ignites when his hands touch me, how he feels inside of me, nothing and no one else compares to him.
Wrapping his hands around my waist, the heat of his skin on mine, he slides his cock out, then back in, at such a grueling pace that I think he might break the glass of the tabletop.
The punishing hip thrusts stretch me, and I feel so good.
Amazing.
“Cole.” I dig my hands into the skin of his ass, the only place he doesn’t have tattoos, and I hope I leave my own form of branding on him.
A rush of juices leaks out of my pussy, coating my thighs in my excitement because I can already feel my impending orgasm building, the heat of it burning in my core.
What this man can do to my body is unlike anything I have ever experienced; it’s as if he holds all the keys to my body and soul, unlocking parts of me I never knew were possible.
Sweat beads across my skin. I’m so desperate to come, feeling my release climbing higher and higher. My heartbeat races through my chest as emotion builds at the same rate. If I don’t get to do this forever with him, my heart may shatter into a million pieces.
“Play with your clit, baby.” Cole’s fingers squeeze my waist, his stance widening as he gets ready to really give it to me.
I suck my fingers into my mouth to lubricate them, then move my hand between my legs and rub my clit. My entire body tightens as he really begins moving and fucks me hard, making my tits bounce.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out. I can’t take any more.
Cole’s breaths grow deeper, his chest rising and falling faster as he thrusts into me more urgently, and my orgasm starts to build, winding through my body.
My breathing becomes labored, matching his rhythm, as the intensity of his thrusts turns desperate, forcing all the air from my lungs as he pushes me to my limit.
He keeps going until I’m thrashing, panting with need, and I can’t handle the mounting pressure as the sparks between us turn into flames; enough to ignite a forest.
I come. Hard.
Panting, I’m unable to speak or move, and every muscle tenses as my orgasm’s power surges inside me, overwhelming my senses. My release feels eternal, taking over my body and lasting much longer than any other I’ve experienced.
In my heart, I know the reason I feel it everywhere is that I’m falling for him, which brings tears to my eyes, makes my head spin, and leaves me struggling to breathe.
Cole’s roar echoes through the walls of his luxurious penthouse, loud enough to wake everyone in the block below us. “I’m coming. Oh fuck. Shit. Fuck.”
Removing my hand from my clit, I reach for him, the urgent need to feel his lips on mine. When he closes the space, I crash my lips against his. It’s clumsy and messy as we keep falling apart into a million pieces together.
“Holy shit, Yasmine,” he mumbles, nipping at my bottom lip, slumping forward slightly, clearly exhausted as he fills me with his cum, jerking the last of his release inside me.
I hum as he cups my face, feeling its tenderness after he just fucked me on his dining table. He hits me with both hard and soft touches in the most surprising ways.
There is no doubt in my mind that I will never be able to look at his dining table in the same way again. I might never be able to eat off it. Ever.
Catching our breath, we hold each other like this for what seems like forever before he eventually lifts himself off me and gazes into my eyes.
“I wasn’t too hard, was I?” His voice is low and deep, but gentle and filled with concern.
“No. It was perfect.”
“I couldn’t hold back. You feel fucking amazing.”
I clench my pussy walls around him, making him wince.
“You’ll make me hard again.”
“Lucky for us, we have all night.”
“You’re staying?” He sounds surprised by that.
“Of course.” I never want to leave.