Page 13 of Dark As Coal

Every thought I just had flew out of my head when Coal spun, lifting me up in the process, and then walked until my back was against the wall.

My legs wrapped around him, my dress moved and exposed the tops of my thighs, but I didn’t care.

And then I felt him.

Felt his hardness against the place I wanted him to slide into.

Fucking perfect.

Moments later, as his lips skinned along the column of my neck, I kept my arms out at my sides, my palms flat against the wall… I tried.

Fuck, did I try.

But it felt so good.

“Coal…” I whimpered.

With that rasp I loved so much, he bit out, “You. Hold. It. In.”

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying to hold it in.

“Coal…” I moaned as he held me with one hand underneath my ass, his other hand coming up, and thankfully, I had on a thin bra.

Because the moment he brushed his thumb over my sensitive nipple, he knew it without me having to say a word.

Against my mouth, he growled, “Not. Without. Fucking. Me.”

And then, he no longer had that one strong hand underneath my ass holding me up.

I was on my feet, my body spun around, my back to him, my ass in the air, my hands braced on the pool table.

My panties were ripped from my body, his hard length was at my entrance, his hands were wrapped around my hips. And then… he slammed into me. Deep.

Yes.

Perfect.

Right.

There.

I moaned.

The feel of him. Stretching me. Filling me. Completing me.

“Goddamn,” he gritted out as he pulled out and then slammed back inside of me.

“Yes!” I moaned.

He was moving inside my body faster, deeper, and then I felt it.

And so did he when he rasped, “Don’t. You. Do. It.”

I listened.

That was until he undulated his hips, hitting that spot in me that had my toes curling.

I gasped, “Coal!”

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