Page 117 of Muddy Messy Love

He listens but not before removing my sodden scrap of lace to level our nudity score.

I try to sit up, desperate to take him in my mouth, inhale his manly musk, and taste the bead of salty goodness glistening at the tip of his beautiful cock. But he pushes me back down with one bossy palm to my sternum. “Not so fast, young lady.” He circles my nipple with his thumb, causing it to tighten. “Tonight’s about you.”

A devilish smirk flickers in his eyes as he hooks his hands under my knees. In one smooth motion, he pushes them up to my shoulders, effectively pinning me down and securing an all-access pass.

Nibbling my bottom lip, I stare at the cedar ceiling, jittering with anticipation, but I don’t have long to wait. Cole grumbles a few rough words, then descends. His tongue, lips, and stubble tickle and tease the edges of my pussy and the delicate inner seam of my thighs, but he deliberately denies me the touch I truly need.

The restless ache inside my core grows until it fucking screams. “Tease,” I gasp in a breathy mess.

I feel him smile against my upper thigh. “Whatever do you mean?” His fingers join in now, feathering over my clit way too softly. I groan a strangled groan.

Cole’s laugh is hot against my skin. “You know what to say.”

“Please,” I whine.

“Please, what?”

This is our new thing. The thing that turns me raspberry red every single time. I might have mastered body confidence, but dirty talk is next level, and Cole knows it. I swallow hard, theninhale. “Please eat me, Mr. Benedict. Savour every last drip of my sweet little pussy.”

A low, evil chuckle vibrates through my thigh. But then… Then comes heaven. Cole’s hot, wet mouth. Cole’s skilful, slick tongue. Cole’s girthy fucking fingers. Two sink back deep inside me, and I cry out, bucking against his hand. “Oh God.”

He circles my clit with his tongue as he plunges in and out, curling his fingers to hit my G-spot with practised precision. “You really do have the sweetest little pussy.”

“I’m going to come.” Embarrassingly fast. The second the words leave my lips, I shatter, and my screams echo through the house. My back arches off the ottoman as I buck from the charge of ecstasy, but Cole holds down my hips and continues his feast, determined to wring out every blissful bite.

Panting, I float back to earth, barely landing before he slams his length inside me. My head falls back, grinding into the leather, and I cry out a helpless, wrangled sound. With every nerve ending buzzing from release, I sink into nirvana, worshipping every desperate thrust. “Oh God,” I repeat.

Cole fucks me deep and hard with my leg hitched over his elbow, stretching me open. “Look at me, Angel.” The gritty words come stilted between rough breaths, and I open my eyes to find his locked on mine, mere inches away. Intense silver-jade eyes. Eyes that both devour and destroy me—inspire and adore me. Eyes that promise realms beyond this superficial plane where he is me and I am him. The place where our souls once planned to meet on earth.

He cups my face and tenderly strokes my cheek with his thumb, easing his pace. “It feels like my zenith to be yours.”

“Ditto,” I rasp.

“Turn over for me,” Cole says as he pulls out. I comply and roll onto my stomach to perch off the edge of the ottoman, the fluffy rug soft under my knees. But then I click. There’s another reasoneverything feels so damn good tonight—amplified—connected. “Condom!” I gasp.

Cole doesn’t flinch, probably because he knows I’m on the pill and never forget to take it. Rather, he reaches for a bolster cushion two feet away, then covers my back, bracing himself on one elbow as he draws invisible spirals on my hand with a fingertip. “I forgot, but I also want nothing between us. I need all of you. Is that okay?”

He knows it is. With clean tests, we already agreed the current box of condoms would be our last. I nod. “More than okay.”

He kisses my temple, coaxing my hips to rise. “Lift,” he says, sliding the bolster cushion under me as I do. My arse tilts up to an obscene angle, leaving me on full, wide, and intimate display. The air is chilly against my soaked bits, and my face burns. I rescind what I said earlier. This I’m not quite ready for. Any number of forest critters could be peeping through the curtainless windows, but Cole groans. “Christ, you should see yourself like this.”

I glance back over my shoulder to catch Cole licking his lips and biting the bottom one, his eyes ablaze. His expression is one of a hungry, desperate man wrestling with an impossible choice—to prolong the experience and savour the desire, or to consume and drown in pleasure, knowing that only promises the end.

The emptiness inside me grows unbearable. “Please, I need you.”

Caving, he runs his tongue and chin up the length of my spine, then fills me as he reaches my ear. “Better?”

The pace has calmed, but the angle hasn’t, and I mewl and moan like a cat in fucking heat. One hand grips my hair, and his other finds my clit. Fingers perfectly stroke, making the sensitive nub buzz as if shrouded in a delicious fog of feathery current. He blankets my back with his weight and whispers in my ear, “You’re so beautiful, Avery Masters.”

“So are you, Cole Benedict,” I breathe.

He catches my mouth in a messy diagonal kiss infused with our words, and we trade moans and hungry gasps as we inhale each other’s souls. Fuck. Only Cole could make doggy-style this intimate.

He continues the wanted assault, thrusting deep and hard while I clench the ottoman’s piped edges, anchoring myself to meet his demand. Pleasure wraps every hypersensitive cell in electric bliss. Foreign sounds fly from my mouth and spin through the room, colliding with Cole’s. The orgasm, building low in my pelvis, gathers power like it’s sucking energy from the sun. But as its ferocity grows, fear jolts the hell awake. “It’s too much,” I gasp. “Cole. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

Cole rests his sweaty forehead against my temple. “Let go. I’ve got you.” His teeth sink into my shoulder then, and I explode—screaming, clenching, bucking. I escape the suffocating confines of my body to glimpse a magical plane where I am free.

“Christ,” Cole grits through clenched teeth as I strangle his cock. The primal roar of his release vibrates through the ottoman and enters my bloodstream, branding every cell with his name.

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