Page 208 of Waiting Game

My eyelids flutter as if I’m in overload and he seems to know because his thumbs make more mischief—the one strumming my clit moves faster, and the other adds pressure to his dick, making me feel even fuller than before.

“Maybe I should shove that wolf’s dildo up here too. Really stuff all your holes. Or maybe I won’t. Maybe I won’t let you ever use a dildo again because if you need to get off, I’m the one who’s going to do it.

“You can sit on my face or my cock, baby, but I’m the one who owns your pleasure. I’m the one who was put on this fucking earth to getyouoff. Do you hear me?”

“Cole!” I scream as he starts to pound into me, harder than before.

“Tell me you won’t use a dildo again.”

“I won’t. I won’t. Only your cock?—”

“That’s right. Nothing but the best for this pretty pussy.”

That’s when the overload triggers my meltdown.

Lights flicker behind my eyes as I sob through an orgasm worthy of a nuclear blast.

He bites off a curse and I swear to fuck, I can feel him pump me full of his cum.

I shudder and jerk, utterly overwhelmed by his attentions as he drives me to the outer edges of sanity.

Finally, my pussy is granted some semblance of relief—he pulls out.

But with it, I can feel his seed slide out, running free. Until it collides with his tongue. I shudder as he thrusts it into me, keeping him inside me as long as he can.

Slowly, I sag into the mattress until he’s finished, then he flips me over, settles on top of me, and lets our mouths collide.

My eyes flutter open at the taste of us both, but that’s when his head tilts to the side and I know he’s staring straight at the camera.

I stick my tongue out, letting him fuck it and suck on it and lick it so future Cole gets the full show, and then, and only then, does he curl me onto my side and draw me deeper into his hold.

“You don’t want to turn off the camera?” I mumble, utterly wrecked.

My pussy is too.

Fuck, it’s going to hurt to walk tomorrow.

“I wanna see this on the road. Want to remember what I’m coming home to.”

His words hit me hard. I clench my eyes as I turn my face into his chest, trying not to panic at how badly I want him to mean that.

How desperately I want to be that for him—his home.

Forever.

His future.

When he rolls us onto our sides, his hand stroking my hair, I know that we’re both on the same page—we both want that.

The time for deliberating over whether there’s more between us than friends with benefits is in the past.

The waiting game is over.

I shiver at the thought, unable to believe I’ve taken that crazy step of falling for him, oftrustinghim enough to let myself be vulnerable…

Because, after all, to love is to open yourself up to the deepest of hurts and I’ve already been hurt so much in my life that I don’t know if I can handlehimhurting me too.

So, even though the words are on the tip of my tongue, the feelings dominating my heart, I don’t say them.

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