Page 40 of The Forbidden Trio

For several endless moments he did nothing more than kiss her, so delicately she thought she might scream. Then his hot tongue darted out against her hard clit and the first shock of orgasm skittered over her skin, swarmed deep into her belly, her sex.

He paused and she heard his sharp, panting breath.

“Ask for it, baby,” he told her.

“Please, Cole. Don’t tease. Just make me come.”

“Ah, that’s my girl.”

He moved in and sucked her clit into his mouth, sucked hard and fast, and she was coming so damn hard she was crying out, her hips arching. She was still coming when he pushed two fingers inside her aching pussy, and stars flashed in her head, pleasure like the heat of a thousand tiny, burning suns, her body on fire. Burning forhim.

“Again,” he ordered, his fingers burrowing deeper, harder, his mouth going back to work, sucking, licking, even his teeth grating the tip of her clit. In moments, she was coming again, pleasure stabbing into her, her pussy throbbing, her legs so weak she would have fallen had he not held her up with one strong hand on her hip, while the other thrust inside her. “Ah, God!”

She came so hard she was shaking, was still shaking even as the climax leveled off.

Cole pulled his fingers from her and slid up her body, still using his own to press her tight against the door, making the wood dig into her back. Didn’t matter. All she knew was his now-naked body against hers, his thick, lovely cock pressing against her stomach, then slipping between her thighs as he lifted her.

“So beautiful, baby, the way you come. Every damn thing about you.”

He kissed her neck as he wrapped his hands under her ass and pulled her higher. Her legs went around his waist.

“I need to be inside you. Oh, yeah.” The tip of his cock slid in her juices and he growled,

“Fuck. Janie. Tell me you have condoms.”

“Bedroom,” she told him—it was all she could manage to say with her climax still shuddering through her, her body opening for him.

He carried her through the apartment and threw her down on the bed. “Where? Get them.” She rolled over to open the drawer of her nightstand, fumbled in there until she found the box. When she turned back to him, he took the small foil pouch from her and tore it open with his teeth. Watching as he rolled it down onto his hard cock made her swallow in anticipation.

“Cole. I need to touch you.”

“Shh. Not now.” He pushed her onto her back and used his knees to kick her thighs apart.

Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her hips. “Look at me, baby girl.”

She couldn’t have looked anywhere else. His gaze was on hers, like pale blue fire as he slipped the tip inside her.

“Oh…”

Desire was a blazing heat as he held himself there for one long moment. His gaze still locked on hers, he sank into her.

Filled by his heavy flesh… God, she’d forgotten how good it felt. How goodhefelt.

There were no more words between them as he began a hard, punishing pace. She leaned up to lick his salty neck. He bent to bite into her shoulder. His hips ground into her and pleasure lanced like a sweet-edged knife. They held onto each other, pleasure seeking pleasure, flesh seeking flesh. And once more orgasm hovered at that keen, lovely edge. She held her breath, clinging to his muscled arms, her nails digging in. And waited for him.

“Janie girl,” he breathed, his lips next to her ear. He said it again, his voice pure gravel this time as he wrapped an arm around her waist, the other behind her head as he crushed her body to his. “Janie!”

He bucked into her, the sharp, hammering jabs and his own pleasure setting her off. Her climax blasted her with pleasure, her sex clenching his heavy, pulsing cock. Their hips crashed together, his mouth crushed hers, and they were all one body, one sensation—some primordial creature writhing and coming in a liquid rush.

After, they lay together, their bodies still joined, both of them gasping air into their lungs. His weight was a lovely pressure on top of her. It was some time before she realized her nails were still buried in his back.

Finally, he lifted his head and looked at her, humor and something else, something deeper, gleaming in his eyes.

“Baby. We aresonot going to make it to dinner.”

Chapter Four

They lay together on her bed for a long time, her head pillowed on his chest, silent other than the occasional quiet murmurs lovers often make to one another, then he rolled her over onto her side, spooning her, his arms around her body. He was hard again, the rigid length of his cock pressing against the small of her back. His hand slid over her stomach, found her clit and played with it.

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