Page 129 of Unspoken Rules

He gives me a devious smile and goes back to washing the dishes.

“I can’t,” I say adamantly. “You’re going to kill me.”

“You will not die.”

“I will.”

“Make sure you haunt me then. Because I’ll miss you.”

He smiles so brightly his eyes crinkle in the corners. My heart does a flip.

I love this man.

I really, really do.

After dinner, a movie, and a surprise chocolate cake that was the best I’ve ever had, we head upstairs to Cole’s room. The moment I’m inside, he’s got his arms around my waist, his dick hard and grinding against my ass.

“Cole, no.” I groan.

“Yes.” He kisses my neck, trailing up to my ear, nipping at the lobe. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“There is no way I can come again. My dick hurts,” I whine.

“Your dick will be fine. I’ll take care of it.”

He pushes me onto the bed, and I fall forward. His fingers hook into the waistband of my sweats, and he tugs them down. “How about I just fuck your ass? Haven’t done that today.”

I wiggle my ass, looking at him over my shoulder.

“Now that I can handle.”

He grins and moves to the end table to get the lube, tossing it onto the bed before getting himself undressed. The lube is cool against my skin, and he works two fingers inside of me. Even though I didn’t think it could, my dick gets hard.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he growls as he slides inside. My fingers dig into the sheets, and I hold on as he fucks me. Cole’s come three times today already. But I can’t get enough of it, so I get where he’s coming from. The man is insatiable. He makes me insatiable too.

He eases his way into me, groaning once he’s all the way in.

“You feel so goddamn good,” he says, taking just a second to breathe. Then he’s fucking me like his life depends on it.

“I’m going to come in this tight ass, Bryson.” He grips my hips harder, pounding into me, and then he does. I feel every throb of his dick and his hot release. And it’s only when he pulls out, and cum drips down my balls, that I realize he didn’t use a condom.

“Did you—” I look over my shoulder and find him staring down at me with fear in his eyes like I’ve never seen before. “Cole?” I get to my feet, moving toward him.

He shakes his head, his eyes flicking to mine. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve never done that before. I’m clean, I swear.”

I give him a smile, moving closer to him, but he steps back further. “It’s okay. Not like I can get pregnant.”

I try to make a joke out of it, but he sits on the end of the bed, looking lost. I watch him for a moment, then head into the bathroom to clean up because it’s hard trying to have a serious conversation with cum dripping out of your ass. When I come back, he’s still sitting there. I sit beside him.

“What’s going on?” I ask softly.

His gaze stays on the floor, but I’m grateful when he speaks. “I’ve never done that before. Not since Tabitha, anyway.”

“Why does it bother you so much? Are you worried I’ll give you an STD because—”

“No,” he says sternly, shaking his head. “No, that isn’t my concern at all.”

“Okay good. Because other than you, I’ve only been with two people.”

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