CHAPTER SIXTEEN
COLT
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Riley shudders with ecstasy under me as I lap up her orgasmic juices. This was worth every mile, every hour, and every bit of the jetlag that’s going to hit me tomorrow.
She is worth it.
I lift my head, wipe my mouth, and stare at the stunning beauty. Red coils lay over the white bedding like she’s a wild angel.
I can’t look away.
There are so many things I want to do, but none are as urgent as the need to sink deep inside her. I reach for the condom I tossed on the end of the bed earlier and climb over her.
I’m huge compared to her tight, hot body.
The way she gazes up at me tells me she likes it. As do I.
“How ya doing there, gorgeous?” I lower my mouth to hers, and she reacts, opening and sucking my tongue.
“My god...”
She’s said that a few times.
I smirk. “Good?”
“God...”
Chuckling silently at her loss of all use of the English language, I let my thick cock tease her flesh.
When her gaze meets mine, I know she understands. I’m seeking her consent. Something I always do, although my ability to stop right now would be really fucking limited.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you. I need to hear you say yes, pretty girl.” I brush the hair from her forehead, and savor how different this is from fucking someone at the club.
Or anyone.
It’s...I don’t know how. I have no words or clarity on why this little Australian makes me feel how she does.
She just does.
“Yes, oh god, yes.”
Riley runs her hands over my body, and my cock flexes as I sit back, rip open the wrapper and snap the condom on. Then I fall back over her, tug her hips closer so she’s flush against my cock and my cock finds her entrance once more.
“Riley, fuck,” I rasp, and she smiles as our eyes connect. The world disappears, and it’s just the two of us. My chest does this weird thing as I press the head of my cock inside her. “Jesus. I’ve never flown across the world for a woman, let alone fueled the flight.”
Her smile fades, and she seeks more information as her blue globes dart around my face.
“I’ve never been ignored by a woman.” I push in deeper, finding resistance but letting out a groan as her pussy clenches me.
I thread my hands through her hair and relish the feeling of her nails digging into me as I tug it.
“I’ve never wanted my cock so deep inside a woman as I do you.”
I thrust, growl, tug her hair into my fist tighter as I press the back of her head, so our mouths collide.
“I want to own you and destroy you.”
Riley gasps and kisses me back with the same hungry passion. “Colt...”
Buried deep, I begin to move, and I feel her tight resistance greet me.
“Relax, let me have you.”
“I can’t.”
“I’ll hurt you.” I grind, eager for friction, so I can enjoy all of her. To pleasure her.
“You’re too much. Too big, Colt.”
Running my thumb over her lip, tugging the skin, I give us both a moment.
“Breathe.”
“I’m not even a virgin,” she lets out a small laugh.
I almost tell her I haven’t fucked anyone since the week we started messaging, that my cock is likely twice the size because it’s been waiting for her. But that isn’t science, and it's bullshit.
I am large, bigger than average, but I’m impatient.
“Feel my cock inside you. I’m here. Your pussy is strangling me.” My lips twitch as I brush a thumb over her brow and feel her relax. “That’s it.”
“How, god.” Riley grips my arms.
I slowly move in and out, her mewls telling me it feels good.
God, does it feel good.
“Yes, baby, feel that? Yeah, fuck.” I palm the wall above her, find a rhythm and thrust. Moving faster, harder, watching her mouth part as she groans, claws at me, arches her neck and clenches my cock so beautifully.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she cries. “Colt. This is so good, so good, oh my god.”
“That’s my dick, fucking your pussy.”
“Yes—”
“Slamming into you. Destroying you.”
For anyone else. I don't say out loud.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Sweat beads on her top lip and around the corners of her forehead, and I remove my hand from the wall to wipe them. Our mouths find one another as our bodies grind.
Then the dripping hot pleasure begins to peak, and I want to keep it at bay and make this last forever.
It won’t.
I’m not that fucking good.
This is the only night we have. I know it, Riley knows it. But we’ll both make it count.
When I return to the United States, I’ll be deciding on The Final Rose, Manhattan. The legal paperwork just needs my signature. The prenup in a final draft.
Riley will be a sweet memory.
Our breaths sharpen, our gazes lock, and as Riley’s orgasm hits first and mine begins to follow, I wonder how I’m going to ever fuck another woman without remembering this very moment.
I’m just not stupid enough to think she’d give up her life for me. Riley doesn’t want my billions. The irony of that given the pact my friends and I made after college is not lost of me, and she doesn’t want a life in New York, either.
I haven’t considered it. I haven’t asked.
We both know.
Instead, I have come to Melbourne and stolen this moment from her. I’ve taken what wasn’t offered, and I don’t just mean her body.
I see it in her eyes as she trembles around my cock, and fire plows down my spine. We’ve given up a piece of ourselves—our souls—and we can’t take it back.
Riley lifts to meet me, and I wrap my arms around her, gliding together as one as we kiss.
Closing my eyes, I memorize the feel of her body, her scent, and the beat of her heart. I need to remember every second of it for the rest of my life.
I know no one will make me feel like this.
Even if I fall in love in the future, they won’t be Riley.
My sweet little gardener.
That’s because you’ve already fallen in love...with a girl you can’t have.
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“WHAT IF I’D said no?” Riley asks as I lead her across the rooftop. A private dinner has been set up for us. Tiny candles are flickering. A small band playing.
“I would’ve enjoyed a very romantic dinner on my own in Melbourne and never told a soul.” I pull the chair out for her.
She grins up at me as she sits, and I smirk, my eyes shifting down between her breasts, wishing we were back in her bedroom.
“Is this why you bought me this dress?” Riley slaps her hand against her chest.
Leaning down, I kiss her lips. “Yes.”
She giggles.
Giggles!
Feeling like the manliest man in the world, I circle the table and sit. The server places a napkin in my lap as I glance up.
Across from me Riley glows, the post orgasmic blush on her cheeks telling every man on this rooftop that I’ve fucked her to within an inch of her life.
She’s radiant.
Adjusting my shirt sleeves, I suppress the angst at not being able to claim her, knowing one day another man will.
That I will have to let him.