Page 169 of Waiting Game

My eyes widen at the intensity in his, and I know there’s no way this is ending without my orgasm.

His tongue shifts lower so his nose burrows into the upper half of my cunt. I’m not even surprised when it gets to work too, nudging the small nub as he thrusts into me, tasting me, sampling me…

I screech when he bites one of my pussy lips, the sudden shower of pain making the exquisite pleasure he’s gifting me with all the more powerful.

That’s when his teeth bite harder than before.

He follows that up by suckling my clit long and hard so that the pleasure and the pain combine, whittling down to my very core until it’s practically a bomb blast that detonates inside me.

I didn’t expect to come with the force of a battering ram, but I know that’s what’s happening because the glass of the coffee table is rattling against the frame.

A keening wail escapes me as he doesn’t let up, not stopping until I’m sobbing from the continued brute force attack on my clit.

That’s when, desperate, I scream his name and beg, “Cole, please, fill me. PLEASE. Fuck, I need your cock. Fill me. I need it. Tear me apart until I’m full of you?—”

He snarls, gracing me with a final bite—on my clit this time. As I shriek in pain, his dick is there. Suddenly sliding into me. And I’m…

Confusion has my brow puckering, but it doesn’t pucker for long.

Fuck, he’s so wide.

I both forgot and remembered how goddamn big he is. Not sure how that’s possible but there ya go.

My eyes clench closed as I struggle to take him all thanks to my pussy being tight from the repeated bolts of pleasure he gifted me.

He pushes forward.

Endlessly.

Until the folds of my sex tug apart from how wide he is and my bare clit is exposed to his pubis.

But it all felt easier than that first time.

Slippery.

Slick.

I stare down and realize he upended a whole bottle of lube between us because sweet fuck?—

“Cole!” I cry, hands curving around his arms before I drag my nails along his biceps.

Where did he even get that bottle from?!

“You want my cum, baby? Tell me what you want,” he demands, making my already sensitive clit throb.

“Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

His fists fall to either side of my shoulders and he uses that as leverage to pump into me.

The thrusts are hard, but they’re short. He’s as deep in me as he can be, but it’s the width that is agonizingly good.

I always knew I preferred girth to length, but this is so painfully good, I’m pretty sure I’m going to black out.

And how drenched we are means the friction has shifted until there’s no discomfort, just pure pleasure.

God, the mess is going to be unreal afterward—I’m sorry for the maids who’ll have to deal with it.

As I writhe on the coffee table, he continues plowing into me. I’m almost deaf to the noises I’m making because the one thing that’s grounding me is the one thing that’s making me fly free.

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