Page 60 of Gilded Fake

“Who says you’re good?” I teased as he stroked my swollen lips. The spasm that went through my thighs when he touched my clit betrayed my words, though.

“Your full-body orgasms,” he said, and I could hear the gloating smile on his face. He slid a long finger inside me and started stroking me the way he did, hitting the spot that made me see stars. “The way you’re dripping wet for me every time. The fact that you have the three kings of Willow Heights lined up to drill this greedy little cunt, but you’re here begging for my cock instead.”

“Oh god,” I moaned, spreading my knees and lifting my hips, needing more than a finger inside me. I hated his smug attitude, but he was right, and I was too hot to argue. “I’m close. You’re so good with your fingers.”

“We talked about this,” he said, pulling his hand away. “Only my name on your lips when we’re together.”

“Okay,” I said quickly. “Colt. Please. I’m almost there.”

“That’s better,” he said. “Now turn over and show me that tight little ass. I want my queen crawling on all fours like a beggar while I fuck her tonight.”

“No anal,” I said quickly.

He chuckled. “Definitely not a slut. Now kneel and show me how good you can beg for me.”

I turned over, but I was still nervous. Colt pulled my hips toward him, pushing my knees as wide as they’d go. “I’m going to turn on the light again,” he said. “This is too good not to see.”

“No,” I protested quickly. “They might see it from the house.”

“They went back to bed,” he said, getting up to turn on the low lighting. “Mmm, look at you, my perfect little queen on her hands and knees, dying to get railed by a ruffian like me. Now do as I say and beg for it if you want it.”

“Please,” I said, my thighs shaking with trepidation even as my core trembled with need for him. He’d gotten me all warmed up, pushed me right to the edge, and my need to finish was like an addiction clawing up inside me. If he said no one would see us, I believed him. I wanted to keep doing this, didn’t want it to end, so I chose to trust him, hard as it was to trust anyone.

It wasn’t just the orgasms making me stupid. It was him, being so close, so full of him, the way he was rough but never made me scared. I was desperate and I didn’t care if he knew it. I reached behind me and spread myself shamelessly for him. “Please, Colt. Fuck me the way only you do. I need to feel you inside me again.”

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling up behind me and grabbing his shaft. He tossed my skirt up and pressed a hand to my lower back, pinning me to the bed with just my ass in the air, my knees spread wide. I could feel the heat of his body against my needy flesh, and a throb of anticipation went straight to my core. I was so ready I wanted to scream.

“Good choice on the uniform, Butterfly,” he said, teasing me by dipping just the tip in and then pulling out. “It’s been a while since I railed a hot cheerleader. You make me feel like a fucking king again. Now be a good girl and stay just like that while I pound you so hard you wear my bruises on your ass for a week.”

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down through my slit, from my clit to my ass, coating his skin with my arousal before nudging gently at my rear entrance.

My whole body tensed up, and tears instantly pricked my eyes.

“Please,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes closed and clenching my fingers in the sheets. “Please don’t put it in the back. I hate that.”

“Relax,” Colt said, dragging his tip up and down against my slippery entrance. “I wouldn’t do anal without asking.”

I nodded, swallowing past the ache in my throat. “Please don’t surprise me. It hurts so much, and I’ll get blood everywhere.”

“You should send the Dolces your therapy bill,” he grumbled, sitting back. “They’ve really fucked you up.”

“Just put it in,” I said. “Please, Colt.”

“I can’t just ‘put it in’ when you’re in the middle of trauma dumping,” he said. “You’ll be all locked up.”

“I don’t care.”

He sighed and grabbed my hips, pulling me up onto his lap. I could feel the thickness of his hot length pressed to my ass even through my skirt. He snaked an arm around my hips, pulling me tight against him, and tugged my hair aside with the other hand. His warm breath against my skin sent tremors through me as he dropped soft kisses along my spine, adding a little nibble here and there. He moved his arm up to just below my breasts and stroked my bare nipple with his thumb while he kissed the nape of my neck, his lips tugging at the fine hairs.

I sighed and leaned back, reaching up to slide an arm around his neck as he licked at my skin and pinched my nipple. I arched my back, grinding against him. I was still turned on, but I didn’t expect him to understand all the contradictory things that happened to my body during sex.

“When you’re ready, I want you to put it in,” he murmured against my ear, his breathing labored. He buried his hand in my hair and tightened his fingers in the strands, holding my head immobile on his shoulder. “I’ve already fucked you tonight, so your cunt should be a loose, sloppy mess. If I feel any tightness at all, I’m going to pull out and leave you thinking about it until tomorrow. And you’re not going to go home and take care of it yourself. Do you understand me, Butterfly?”

“Yes,” I breathed, squirming against him, hot all over from his words.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, his smooth voice roughened by an edge of command. “Now, I’m going to let you reach down and finger your cunt to make sure it’s ready for me. When it’s nice and loose, I’ll fuck it full of cum again.”

I was panting and begging by the time he let me rise up on my knees, position his pierced cock at my entrance, and slide down onto it. Tears of relief blurred my vision when I felt him stretching me open and filling me. I rode him until my thighs burned, and then he stopped me, pulling my back against his chest. Without pulling out, he settled me on my hands and knees again, taking control and driving into me from behind.

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