Cole stumbles as he tries to rush and take his jeans off. I watch on as he lowers his boxers over his thick thighs. Jesus, the man is built.
When I saw the piercing, I had to do a double take, and his smooth thick cock was gorgeous. As soon as I tasted him, I wanted more. His thickness was more than I’d experienced before, and from the look Cole was giving me, he was in awe of how much I was managing to take. All of it. Every thick, smooth inch of it.
Nothing like a good blow job to drain all coherent thoughts from a man’s brain. I think I sucked every thought out of him.
The way he looked at me was unexpected; it sent a tremble through my body because the only other person who had ever looked at me with such admiration had broken my heart, and I was determined for that look to never happen again.
Cole climbs onto the bed, already jerking his thick cock in his big hand. His chest is golden and clean of any marks, and he’s well-groomed, not the usual rugged guy I would go for. His smile is wide with a hint of mischief that no doubt has gotten him out of trouble over the years, and the thought makes me smile as I imagine his personality: cocky but fun loving.
“You’re so beautiful when you smile. Your whole face lights up.”
I blush under his compliment and turn my head away, instead choosing to shimmy out of my jean shorts. My red G-string is soaked, and it’s a welcome reprieve when I toss it to the floor.
Cole situates himself between my open thighs, and he brushes over my tit, caressing it gently before working up toward my throat, where his fingers tighten ever so slightly. I lick my lips, waiting to see what he does next. His lips crash down onto mine, and his tongue flicks mine as we fight for control of the kiss. He rubs his cock over my wet pussy, and I can’t help the moan escaping my lips.
“Fuck, that’s it, moan for my cock.” His words brush over my lips. Slowly, he slips inside me, stretching my pussy inch by inch. “Fuck, you feel so damn good, beauty.”
My body stills, and on instinct, Cole’s does too, sensing my unease.
“Con . . . condom, Cole.” I pat his chest, panic racing through me. “Condom.”
His lips tug up into a smile. “Don’t fuckin panic, beauty. I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”
My eyebrows furrow. He’s clean? His lips graze mine, earning a moan from me and causing my pussy to clench.
“Are you?” he prompts, still not moving.
“Yes.” The word comes out on a stuttered breath.
Cole nods with a coy smile and a sharp nip to my lip. “I’ve never fucked without one.” He draws back to stare into my eyes, his words seeping into me. This means something to him; he’s asking for my permission, and for the first time in my life, I want to give it. A small nod makes his eyes flare, and his body pulls back before he slams into me, making the wooden bedposts smack against the wall.
“Thank fuck, beauty.” He pulls back. “Thank fuck.”
Slam!
“More.” I beg as my heart races and my pussy clenches, pulling him in with each slam from his strong body, each grind of his heavy hips.
Cole’s piercing hits me each and every time as he angles himself just right, sending a wave of euphoria through me and a gush of wetness out of me. “Oh god, Cole. Don’t stop.”
The bed knocks against the wall with each slam, each purposeful, strong thrust.
“Fucking gorgeous, beauty.” His eyes close, and he bites the inside of his mouth. “Shit.”
I moan, knowing he’s close, knowing he’s losing control. I squeeze him tighter, using my muscles to milk him while moving my hands toward my nipples. I pinch them, the sensation vibrating through my body. The look of pure lust on Cole’s face and that delicious piercing hitting me perfectly is enough to tip me over the edge. My eyes lock with Cole’s.
I tighten around him; my hands squeeze at my tits, the key on the necklace I wear falls between them, and I come with his eyes flicking between my tits and my face.
“Fuuuuuuuck, beauty.” He slams into me once more, and his cock swells. Then, I feel his release.
His hips snap back and forth, back and forth, emptying every drop of his cum inside me before he drops onto his elbows, grabs ahold of me, and rolls so I’m lying on top of him with his cock still stuffed inside me. His large palm strokes my hair affectionately, and I revel under his gentle touch.
“That was incredible, beauty.”
I lift my head to stare into his emerald orbs. “It was, wasn’t it?”
A cocky smile tugs at his lips. “Gimme five, and I’ll be ready for round two.”
His eyebrows dance with a wiggle, causing me to chuckle. “You better. I’m still waiting to be nailed,” I snark back at him.
Cole bites his bottom lip. “I meant it, you know.” His tone turns serious. “I’ve never not used one.” His eyes stay locked on mine, the truth seeping from them. I nod at his words. “You’re special, beauty. I can see it; I can see you.” His Adam’s apple bobs as his fingers graze almost lovingly over my chin.
My eyes well with tears, unsure of how to react, unsure of the sense of vulnerability washing over me. My lips part to tell him to stop, to tell him . . .
But he shakes his head and leans forward, gently pressing his lips to mine. My heart freefalls, and my body trembles under his gentle touch.
I’ve never felt so special—so treasured—in my entire life.
Apart from that one time.
I close my eyes and give myself over to the feel of Cole’s hard body below me, inside me, consuming me, and I relish in it.
