The door slams, making me jolt. “He hates me.”
Cole pulls me into a protective hug and kisses the top of my head.
“He doesn’t hate you, beauty. He’s had a hard time and just doesn’t know how to act around you. He’ll come around.”
I pull my head back to look at him. His eyes sparkle with truth, and a smile plays on his cocky lips.
“I need to fuck you so bad,” he whispers breathily in my hair, making me turn fully to face him.
I nibble on my lip and glance around the immaculate apartment before turning back toward Cole. His gaze alight with excitement, he takes my hand and places it on his hard cock. My fingers brush over the length before he squeezes my hand against him.
“Here?” I question.
Cole only nods as he lowers himself to his knees, gently unbuttoning my jeans and dragging them down to my ankles before tugging them and my sneakers off in one go. He grips each side of my panties and tears them, leaving me exposed.
He picks me up and places me on the dining table. The coldness of the wood seeps into my bare skin, causing a tremor to rack through my body. The intensity of his glare penetrates me, causing my clit to throb in excitement.
He fumbles with his jeans and boxers, dropping them past his ass. His cock springs free with stickiness attached to the tip, making me squeeze him between my thighs as he steps closer toward me.
In one hard thrust, he’s inside me, his piercing already hitting that perfect spot.
He withdraws fully and thrusts in hard again, and his fingers dig into my ass to keep me in place. I throw my head back when my pussy clenches around him.
“Your tits, beauty.” He pants as he hammers into me, my pussy holding on for dear life. “Give me your tits.”
I scramble to free myself, unhooking my bra and pulling up my shirt for him. “Ah god, Cole. Please. I need your mouth on them, please,” I beg and pull his face toward my nipple, relishing and moaning when he latches on to the stiffened peak. I hold his head in place as his piercing flicks over the tender bud. A sucking noise leaves his throat, as though he can’t get enough of me, causing wetness to gather around us.
Without warning, Cole pushes me down against the cold wood of the table, and with one hand, he grips my throat. His hips work faster, and his free hand breezes over my clit, circling it gently. The action drives me wild.
“Holy shit, beauty.” Sweat coats his forehead. “I’m going to come inside you. Fuck yes.”
He presses my clit harder as his pierced tongue circles my nipple.
His thrusts become faster, and my pussy contracts, making my juices flood from inside me. “Cole, I . . .” I arch my back, pushing his head harder against me. The scrape of his teeth ignites the inferno building inside. “Yes!” I erupt around him, sending him spiraling too.
“Fuck, beauty. Take my cum. Take all my cum in your tight little pussy.” He swells and then I feel the ropes of his cum hitting my walls, coating me with him.
His head drops into the crook of my neck, our hearts hammering together. I grip him closer. “I love you,” I whisper into his ear.
He pulls back. Searching my face, his expression softens, and a smile graces his lips. “I love you too, beauty.” Cole snaps his eyes up, looking straight above me. The action is odd and causes me to turn to see where he’s looking. Nothing, he’s looking at nothing.
The hairs on my neck stand up, and a lump forms in my throat, an odd sensation I don’t feel often anymore.
Strange.
“Shall I show you to our room?” he queries with a raised eyebrow.
“Sure.”
“Come on, beauty, let’s get you settled.”
I hop down off the table with cum trickling down my thighs. Cole smirks in my direction, making me playfully push him.
“You’re such an ass.”
“Yeah, I am. And you love me for it.” He grins, nuzzling kisses down my neck as he opens the door to his bedroom.
Our bedroom.
