Page 177 of Unspoken Rules

“I missed you so much. Please fuck me.”

He thrusts again, letting out a low groan before getting to his feet.

“Turn over,” he says.

I do, my heart pounding. He opens the drawer in my nightstand and digs around.

“I’ll take this unopened box of condoms as a good thing,” he comments.

I bite my lip as I smile.

The rip of the box has goosebumps covering my skin. Then there’s the rip of a foil. The lube being flipped open. His finger pressing into my ass, his other firmly on my lower back to hold me in place. I groan, grinding against his hand, needing more. Cole adds a second finger.

“Let me in, baby. I missed this ass so much.” His free hand goes to my ass and he squeezes. I clench around his fingers, wanting more than just them.

“Just fuck me,” I beg.

“So eager.”

“For you? Always.”

He fucks with his fingers for another few seconds before adding more lube. When his cock is pressing against my hole, I smile and arch my back more. He slides in slowly and steadily. The relief of feeling him inside me is blinding. I bury my face in the bed and breathe as I allow myself to revel in the way Cole’s cock fills me up perfectly.

He pulls out and slides back in, his dick so hard and thick.

“Fuck, baby…” Cole groans, wrapping a hand around my waist and tugging my back to his front. He wraps his hand around my cock and strokes me in time with his teasing thrusts.

“Faster,” I beg.

“No way, baby. I’m going to savor this.”

I grip onto his forearm that’s holding me to him. “Savor it next time. Fuck me now.”

He chuckles but doesn’t move faster. He’s hitting my prostate with each slow thrust and it’s fucking torture.

I rock into him. “Fuck me,” I growl.

Cole kisses my shoulder, then my neck. “So fucking needy,” he says through gritted teeth.

But he finally gives in, shoving me forward and pounding into me. It’s painful at first, but it’s the good type of pain. The kind that lets you know you’re alive. That you’re being fucked by the love of your life, and that makes it feel so fucking good. Words can hardly describe it.

Cole pulls out of me, and I whimper. But he’s turning me over so I’m on my back and sliding into me again so I don’t complain.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Bryson,” Cole says, running his hands down my chest and stomach. He grips my thighs and says, “Fuck your fist.”

I grab my dick and do as he says, holding his bright blue gaze. Fuck, I missed those eyes. Missed the way he looked at me. Fucked me. Kissed me. Touched me. I missed everything about this man.

His breathing grows heavier, and he fucks me harder, hitting the perfect spot.

“Cole, I—”

“Come for me, baby. Do it.”

The orgasm hits me like a fucking train. Cole watches my dick with heated eyes, staring down at the mess I make on my stomach.

“You know what to do,” he says. “Clean up that mess while I come in this ass.”

I drag my hand along my stomach, gathering my cum and sucking my fingers clean. It’s so dirty and so fucking sexy.

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