Page 63 of Sweet Poison

It made me doubt if I’d ever find this kind of deep connection with anyone else. Neither Kelly, Pearl or Natalie had ever spoken of this level of instinctive bodily communication.

"Cole …" I cried hoarsely. The woods and the mountains beyond had become a blur, and my legs felt so incredibly weak I had to hold on tightly to the window ledge. My entire body seemed to be stuttering like an engine, jerking, clenching hard … I tried to control my breathing, but I couldn’t. Tried to slow my speed as I rode his face, but I was already gone.

“Cole! Oh my God!” I gasped as the orgasm threw me over the edge. My hand instantly flew to my mouth because, obviously, I had to be quiet. I couldn’t let anyone hear us. But even muffled my scream was loud. I felt incredibly fierce. I couldn’t control my volume. I knew then that this had been a terrible idea, but there was nothing I could do.

I heard my voice resound across the room, filthy curses and moans echoing endlessly. I tried, I truly tried, but all my strength and will was worth nothing as I came hard.

My juices gushed out of me, spilling down my thighs, and running into his greedy mouth. He kissed me. I couldn’t even tell if he had been the one to turn my head, or if I had searched for his lips, but the second our lips sealed together, nothing mattered.

I tasted myself on his lips. This intensity of sharing was so fucking intimate, I wanted to belong to him. In every single way, body, mind, and soul. At that moment I was completely owned. It was a level of possession and safety I’d never experienced before. My cries and whimpers disappeared into his mouth just as he had intended.

I thought he was done, but he wasn’t. Not by a long shot.

He curled his arm under my waist and lifted me up until the heels of my feet left the floor. I was balancing on my toes like a ballerina.

“Fuck!” I swore breathlessly.

He smiled against my cheek. “I love how foul-mouthed you can get when the going gets rough.”

I didn’t know how to respond to this, partly because his long fingers had slid into the slickness of my folds, and the pad of his thumb was rubbing circles around my ultra-sensitive clit. I basked in the pleasure. He was going to leave me in a puddle of my own cream for the second time in minutes, and I was completely powerless to stop it.

His fingers found their way inside of me and began to thrust. At first, his pace was leisurely, but slowly he upped his speed alternating between rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. I was ready to come all over him again.

He was so in tune with my body that he knew just how fast to go and when to slow down. In this way, he delayed my climax and kept me at the edge. It seemed as though he would alternate this way forever. Slow then fast, bringing me to the brink and then calming me down.

I was going crazy, my mouth was begging for release. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. Nothing mattered besides what he was doing to me.

The intensity of my need for me scared me.

Obviously, it must have been minutes, but it seemed like hours later, he allowed me to come. The orgasm spread through my body like exquisite waves, triggering nerves that tingled and jerked into life. By the time the highest point was reached, I couldn’t even remember my name.

All I could do was tremble and twist as helplessly as a cut snake.

When I was able to bring myself to my senses he was kissing and nibbling my ear softly. When I turned to look into his gorgeous eyes I knew I still wanted more. That it would probably never be enough. I was addicted to him. His cock was so rock hard and I couldn’t help grinding my ass against it. He still had his hand covering my entire sex, stroking lightly, soothing, inciting. He was a fucking dream.

“I need you,” I panted, my hand reaching back to grab his bulge through his pants.

“I don’t have any condoms on me,” he said. “We should stop here.”

“Do you want to stop here?” I asked.

“Hell no. I was pretending to be a gentleman.”

“I don’t need no gentleman. I want that beast I met in Stormy City, but this time I want to feel every inch of the beast. But this time I don’t want even the thinnest layer of rubber between us.”

And I wasn’t lying. I wanted to feel the way I felt when he filled me up and pounded into me that night; it was unforgettable. I had dreamt about it on many nights and I couldn’t go one more day, hour, or even minute without that feeling.

I needed to feel owned. I needed to feel filled with his enormous cock. My clit was quivering and pulsing with hunger and need.

I turned around then wrapped my arms around him and rubbed against him restlessly.

His hands instantly went to the buckle of his pants to undo his belt and in no time, he was sliding his pants down and pulling his huge steely-hard cock out of his briefs.

Chapter 38

Montana

We had to leave. And quickly.

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