Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE | TARYN
As he positions the tip of his cock at my soaked entrance, the groan that emits from his throat is downright savage.
I bury my fingers into the soft mattress. The grunt he made is like an electrical current shooting through his dick and straight to my clit. The aftershock spurs the heat swirling in my lower belly, and he hasn’t even inserted his cock yet.
He makes me want to let go completely. Even if he drags me down into the dark depths of his soul, I could acquaint myself with the real Colten—the one who uses dominance as a barrier to protect the vulnerable parts of his heart.
Although if he’s right and I’ve held control the entire time I’ve been here, does that mean just the mere thought of me chips away at the wall he always keeps guarded?
If I run with the power and wield it in a way that allows me to peer through a hole in the barricade, maybe I’ll get to familiarize myself with the man who has clearly never told anyone else before me that the ink embedded under his skin is for his mom.
I saw the flash in his eyes. The disbelief.
It was evident that he didn’t mean to confess that fact out loud.
I wanted to push further—uncover the hidden meaning behind the apple over his heart.
The healthy branches with leaves crawl across his chest and shoulder until they reach his lower arm and abdomen, the falling, decaying leaves turning into the feathers of crows.
It’s breathtakingly beautiful and haunting.
There’s so much importance in the tattoo.
I felt it in the way my fingertips graced his skin, as if the ink would soak into my fingertips and enlighten me.
My curiosity is still killing me, but if he somehow felt comfortable enough to let that secret slip, then maybe it’s only a matter of time before he trusts me enough to let me in.
He grips my thighs and straightens his posture. With one rapid tug, he hauls my ass to the edge of the bed, using his palms to drift over the sensitive skin on my inner thighs. He softly pushes them into the comforter, opening me up to him.
Lowering himself onto his knees, he situates himself comfortably on the floor. I lift my head, observing as his head moves between my legs, peppering sensual kisses along my skin. He moves deliberately, shifting from one leg to the other, ensuring each gets the attention they deserve.
Colten’s skillful tongue trails upward until it contacts my clit. I wince, grinding into his mouth.
His palm contacts my inner thigh with a slap, followed by the nip of my clit. A squeak I’ve never heard before emanates from my mouth.
“Look at you dripping for me, Little Ghost,” he praises against my folds. “I want to see how much you can take before you make a mess on my sheets.”
His tongue flits across my sensitive center in slow, teasing strokes. He inserts his middle finger, moving it in a come-hither motion that has my chest tightening and my spine coiling in pleasure.
Without any warning, his finger withdraws, and he pushes my arousal down to my ass, pressing into my other hole. I stretch around him, my body trying to adjust to the intrusion.
Holy hell.
I’m so wet for this man that the pain is brief, momentarily before his finger starts moving more fluidly.
His other hand joins, sliding two fingers into my cunt. The wet sound filling the room forces me to intake a lungful of air. Maybe it’s a kink of his if I pass out from the ecstasy.
I shouldn’t want that.
On second thought, maybe it would be a kink of mine.
His lips lift into a wicked smile against my clit as if he can read my thoughts.
Colten’s tongue only provokes the already present stimulation as two fingers glide against my walls and another stretches my ass.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, the pressure building and whirling like Colten is the hurricane crashing against my beach and shifting my sand.
“Oh, shit! Colten, I’m going to—”
“You’re not allowed to come unless it’s on my cock, Little Ghost.” Removing his fingers, he wraps them around the base of his cock, pumping himself with my arousal.
His cock is huge. It stretched my lips, but now that he is positioning himself at my entrance again, I’m worrying my bottom lip—chewing like I’m starving when I’m hungry for something entirely different.
His eyes flash ravenously, his thumb rubbing over my clit a few times before he lines himself up and pushes his hips forward.
Oh. My. Gosh.
No dildo or vibrator could’ve prepared me for this.
Prepared me for him.
The bed is the ideal height, giving him the perfect angle to thrust inside. His eyes stay locked on mine the entire time, his fierce gaze enticing the tension between my legs to snap. My brows pull together, my body adjusting to his size.
His focus not once straying, he continues to bury himself in my pussy and says, “You feel my cock stretching you?” I shiver at his erogenous words as he reaches the hilt and pauses. “Goddamn, the way your body responds to me is fucking addicting, Taryn.”
My name on his lips is the most beautiful sound.
He hovers over my feverish flesh, worming his hand under the nape of my neck. Weaving his fingers through my hair, he forcefully tugs my head up, the sting egging on my swelling, aching clit.
I can’t help it; my gaze snags onto his cock seated fully inside me.
He slants his head at my curiosity. “You want to see how much your pussy loves me?”
“Yes,” I exhale, nodding in his grasp.
His hand moves to cradle my skull as he lifts my head up tenderly. Slowly, his hips withdraw, his cock sliding out and glistening.
His pace picks up, our grunts and groans filling the otherwise silent room. He pounds into me over and over again, summoning the darkness that will soon tip me over the edge.
His husky voice pierces through the fog, consuming my head. “You see how swollen you are? Your pussy is weeping for me. It’s making a mess of my cock.”
I nod, my head weighted and disoriented with desire. Luckily, his hold on my head keeps me upright, or I would collapse backward.
“That’s because I’m the first man to claim you. After I’m done with you, your tight cunt is always going to take my cock perfectly. Isn’t it?” My answer is how I constrict around him as he repeatedly hits that spot. Dots twinkle in my vision. “Fuck. Yeah, it is.”
I am so close.
“Are you about to come?”
Dizzy with pleasure, my eyes drift to the back of my head. “Mhmm,” is the only response I can manage.
“You aren’t allowed to come yet,” he growls.
“Stop talking to me like that, or I will,” I fire back.
“You and that fucking smart mouth.”
He rises and removes his hand from my head, only to snake his arms under my back. He lifts my frame into his arms, keeping his cock fully inside me. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck as I cling to him for stability.
His hot skin melts into mine. Cupping my ass in both palms, he turns, walking straight out of the bedroom and down the dark hallway. His strong arms lift me up and down, still sliding in and out of me as my lips attach to the cord in his neck.
A faint beep seizes my attention, and I glance up and around at the pristine kitchen with vaulted ceilings and marble counters. The only light reflecting off the furnished wood floors and countertops is the oven light he just turned on.
He lifts me off his cock, lowering me to my feet, the cold wood floor under my toes making me tense. The delicate yellow glow bounces off his taut muscles.
I want to trace every mapping of veins with my tongue. Create an atlas of every cord under his skin.
I glance around the room, but his hands grip the sides of my face, bringing my lips to his in a hot, feverish kiss. His tongue enters my mouth to play with mine, and I hum.
My steps retreat as Colten backs me up to the cold countertop, the edge digging into the ridge of my back. His lips pull away, and he leans over, grabbing something. Peering over my shoulder, I see him reach for an apple in the fruit bowl.
What the hell?
“Wh—” I swallow the weight of nerves lingering in my throat. “What’s that for?”
A corner of his mouth tilts. “Don’t ask questions. Why don’t you be a good girl and open those pretty lips for me?”
He wants to have a snack. Now?
My laugh stutters, my worries turning into flippant words that fall off my tongue in a ramble. “Wow. I thought you had more stamina than that,” I tease, running my fingernails across his pecs. “Need a snack already?” His jaw pops in irritation, and I smile.
Grasping onto my hips, he spins me around, placing his hand between my shoulder blades.
Shoving my chest downward onto the marble, he uses his other arm to adjust my hips so my ass juts out.
His hot body and erection press into my ass from behind while the cold countertop clings to the front of my clammy, heated skin and hardens my nipples to a painful level.
“The apple isn’t for me, Little Ghost.” If a few words could stop my heart from confusion alone, it would be those. By his tone, I know he’s wearing a malicious smirk. “It’s to shut your smart mouth while I fuck you senseless.”
What?
Reaching for the apple again, his chest leans over my body, pressing me further into the countertop, my hip bones grating against the edge.
“Open wide, Taryn,” his husky voice taunts.
I shake my head.
He’s going to shove that thing in my mouth.
He slaps my ass, and my jaw instantly falls open from the discomfort. Seizing the moment, he shoves the fruit inside. My teeth sink into the flesh, releasing the sweet juices that sit on the surface of my tongue and trickle down my throat.
Gripping onto his massive length, he drags the tip through my seam. “I have to train your jaw to stay open for long periods of time, so you can swallow my cock.”
In one brutal thrust, he impales me. My teeth clamp down on the apple, and the ache in my bones is already present.
“Just like that,” he moans, using one hand to lock my body in place against the kitchen counter as the other strikes my skin again. I shriek, quivering beneath him.
“You must like the pain, baby, because you’re pulsing around my cock.”
God, what is wrong with me? I am so turned on and fulfilled by this that I would be utterly content with dying right now, and I haven’t even orgasmed yet.
Wait. Can an orgasm kill you?
If so, I’m betting this one will.
I can see it on my headstone now: Here lies Taryn Meyers. Resting in peace after she let Colten Lindenvale obliterate her vagina and deliver a heart-stopping climax.
His flexing hips retreat and then smack against my ass, his dick hitting that tender spot that shoots adrenaline and euphoria to my clit and quickening heart.
Spit and juices from the apple drip down my chin and onto the countertop, tears pouring down my face as my hot cheek moves across the hard surface with his powerful thrusts.
His head lolls backward. I love that I make him this unhinged. But I guess he kind of already was, so maybe it’s not me.
The thought is nice, though.
Colten’s eyes clash with my watery ones. He smirks, pounding into me to drive himself deeper.
“You take every inch so perfectly. You love being full of me, don’t you? The only thing that will taste sweeter than the juice from that apple is my cum on your tongue.”
That’s all it takes. I moan, the noise muffled by the sweet fruit lodged between my teeth. My eyes flutter closed, my walls clamping around him as I plunge over the edge, soaring through a dark sea of stars.
He rips the apple out of my mouth, and it rolls across the counter.
My orgasm is so intense that his voice sounds like it’s underwater with me in my sea of pure bliss. “Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, Little Ghost.”
The movements of his hips become more ragged as I begin to shake.
“Colten—” I stammer lightheadedly.
Maybe it’s the way I say his name, but his cock pulses against my walls, and he hastily pulls out, shooting white streams that fall in ribbons across my back. He places both palms on the counter, leaning his weight over his arms. His chest rises and falls against me uncontrollably.
Something is flickering in his eyes, but I don’t have enough time to analyze the look as he swipes something across my back. My hooded eyes peer into his as he thrusts his fingers coated in his arousal between my lips. His salty flavor mixes with the juice from the apple.
And he’s right; he tastes a whole lot sweeter. Lethally sweet.
He doesn’t say a word.
Neither do I.
Our weighted breaths are thunderous. And with each passing second, the squall settles and dissipates. But come tomorrow, I have a feeling this is just the beginning of the storm that will devour us both.