Chapter Five #3
He sheathed and pressed himself at her opening, circling the hard tip of his cock around her entrance. “You ready?”
She nodded and was met with a hard slap across her ass cheek. “I want your words, Sen. Are you ready?”
Her breathing was erratic, she twisted her neck to the side to catch a glimpse of him in her peripheral vision. The blue of his eyes was deeper, richer. He was a hulking man, whose wide-eyed gaze and tight muscles made him seem as if he were just about to lose control.
And although prudence demanded she tread carefully, the fire burning through her body coupled with the ache between her legs made her roll her hips, reach between her legs grabbing his length from behind and pressing herself against the domed head of his cock before moaning, “Yes.”
He slid deep from the first stroke. The almost painful stretch made her even slicker, proof of her arousal sliding down her inner thigh.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “I knew it would be like this. So hot and tight, so fucking greedy.”
If he expected a response from her, there was no way she could provide a coherent one. She was all sensation and instinct, her legs shaking as she tried to keep still when all she wanted to do was move.
He planted one foot on the floor, grabbed her shoulders and pulled out until nothing but the tip remained inside before slamming himself back inside in one glorious stroke, robbing her of breath, nearly splitting her in two.
From that moment, he never let up. His pace was unrelenting, demanding everything she had in exchange for the pleasure she craved. It was a high price indeed, especially since this could only ever be what it was: incredible sex.
The way he anticipated her every move kept her body poised for more.
The way he kept her coming repeatedly with nothing more than his cock plunging in and out of her, had her calling his name like a liturgical hymn.
The way he knew exactly how to move his hips to hit that glorious spot that kept her juicy and hungry pussy quivering with need, she’d be lucky if she walked away from this moment with her heart intact.
Colton wasn’t just sexing her. He was owning her.
He pulled her up, pressing her back against his chest, gripping the front of her throat just tight enough to let her know his hand was there. When she found enough strength to look up at him, strong blue fire stared back at her, warning her yet again that she was about to get burned.
He slammed his mouth against hers. The kiss was brutal. Teeth clicking, tongues tangling, if either of them walked away from this without being bruised, she’d be surprised.
He tore his mouth away, leaving her gasping for more kisses, more heat, more of him.
He separated their bodies, sitting on the couch, spreading his legs out while stroking his sheathed cock. His fair skin was flushed red, his cock, thick and long, was a reddish purple. She licked her lips, her mouth watering for just a taste. But just as before, he smiled and shook his head.
“I plan to have those beautiful lips of yours around my dick real soon. But right now, I want to come buried to the fucking hilt inside this pussy.”
He pulled her over until she was straddling his lap, slapping the head of his cock against her sensitive folds, causing her to tumble into release unexpectedly. She clung to his shoulders as her body trembled beneath his touch.
“The look of bliss on your face right now is enough to make me spill my seed right here.” He threaded his hand through her hair, tugging on the strands, bringing her mouth against his.
He’d better be glad she was too pleasure-drunk to give a damn; otherwise, she’d curse him out about fucking up her hair.
“Come on, take me.” She slowly slid down his cock, his girth stretching her again.
In this position, she could feel so much more of him.
She hesitated, slightly, and he grabbed her ass with both hands.
“That’s it, baby. You can do it,” he encouraged.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Take all of me. Take me deep in that pretty pussy.”
She settled against his lap, so full of him she could hardly breathe. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as her body adjusted to him. He smoothed his hands up and down her back. His touch was electric, triggering small tremors throughout her body.
“God, baby,” he moaned into her neck. “You fit me so fucking good.” He slipped his hand down her flanks, taking a moment to slap her ass again before taking full handfuls of it, pulling her hips toward him. “Ride me, baby.”
His words were like a lit match to a gasoline-coated fuse.
Heat spread through every nerve, burning her up from the inside.
She swiveled her hips a few times, letting her body find the perfect angle before she continued, drawing a guttural noise from him that spurned her on.
She moved her hips, her sex strangling his cock with each up-and-down motion.
He let his eyes close as his head dropped against the back of the couch, his jaw clenching every time she took him into her body.
And if the beaded sheen of sweat on his flushed red skin was an indication, he was enjoying every moment of this as much as she was.
She could feel her orgasm building, the heat centering somewhere deep within her sex, spreading through her entire body.
It was just out of reach. She sped up her motions, trying to get there.
“That’s it, baby. Get us both off. Take what you want.
” He moved his hips beneath her, matching her fervent pace, bringing her closer to their desired destination.
And as she glanced down at his gorgeous face, flushed, taut, biting down on his bottom lip, straining to stave off his own release presumably until she reached hers, a little bit of the wall she’d erected between them fell down.
She should be worried about that. But as she finally reached her peak, clamping down on his rock-hard cock as he pistoned into her and succumbed to his own release, the only thing she was worried about was how long before they got to do that again.
Seneca, girl. You in trouble.