Page 99 of Riding the High

“It’s my name on your lips every time you come. It’smethat makes you come.”

I move my wand against my clit and we both groan with the vibration. I set my pace and he meets me with his hips every time I sink down.

“Such a good girl, Ginger …” he praises me as my speed increases with the wand. I can’t take all of this—his words claiming me, his cock filling me and the wand stimulating me. A tight coil of heat and pressure builds in my lower belly. It feels uncontrollable.

“This fucking pussy,” he grunts as he works his hips up again to somehow take back control, even though he’s the one cuffed to the bed. “That’s it, take all of my cock like a good little slut. You might be in control, but remember this pussy ismine.”

Goddamn. Those words.

I clench around him and work my clit with the humming wand. He thrusts one more time and I lose it. I lift up off of him as my body shatters from the inside out. I never stop the wand and I soak them both in the process as I cry out his name.

“Fuck … Ginger …Fuck.” His voice cuts through my whimpers.

But Cole gives me no reprieve and I practically strangle his cock as he thrusts back into me, all care lost and the bed soaked. I’m like a boneless heap above him as he fucks into me.

“Unlock me, Ginger.Now,” he orders.

I don’t argue, I can’t. My body is his as I reach for the keys and unlock one arm, which instantly flies to my throat as he grips me tight.

Cole sits up as best he can with one arm and hovering his lips over mine.

“Faster,” he commands darkly as I fumble with the key for his other hand.

I manage to set him free, and nothing could prepare me for the vengeance Cole unleashes upon me. First his mouth claims me as his arms encircle my body, kneading every part of me in a bruising grip. Like he can’t touch me fast enough.

“That was a dirty little trick, Vixen,” he rasps into my ear. “I’m going tofuckingruin you.”

He tosses me off of him and flips me over so I’m on all fours, before hiking my ass up and pressing my upper body into the bed. It’s wet with the mess I made just moments ago. Cole grabs the wand, which is still humming, and skims it up my inner thigh. I moan as my pussy throbs, already wanting more. Already begging for him to fill me.

“Cole …” I whimper.

“You want to tease me, hmm?” he asks as the wand finds my clit. “You have no idea how I can teaseyou, Ginger. How many years I’ve waited to do fucking depraved things to you, tothis body. This body I’ve imagined in my hands, against my lips. Between my teeth.”

He wraps his free hand in my hair and pulls my body up to bite my neck in multiple places, before he releases me, gripping my hips, hiking me up again and notching my knees further apart. The wand rolls over my ass, then against my back hole, and I mewl into the bed, not used to the foreign sensation.

“So do it,” I coax, wanting all the things he offers, desperate for him to own me completely.

Cole growls and sheaths himself in me with one fluid movement that causes me to collapse against the sheets. I fist them tight as he keeps the toy between my cheeks and holds me up with his free hand.

I am helpless as he drags himself nearly all the way out then slams back into me while a guttural groan escapes him. The sound ripples through me. I love him out of control like this; I love holding all the power yet surrendering it to him all at once. He pushes the wand against me with perfect pressure, stimulating something in me I’ve never experienced as he fucks me with a kind of brute force he hasn’t unleashed on me until now.

“My dirty little wife likes to be fuckedandtoyed with?” he asks as he slams into me again.

“Yes …’ I whimper as he grips my hip tight, thrusting into me over and over.

But it isn’t enough. Cole is unhinged now; he lifts my body and moves me up the bed so that he can grab the headboard for leverage. He picks up the wand again and, when I glance at him over my shoulder, he flashes me an all-knowing smile as he glides it over my back hole. In this moment, it becomes instantly apparent that I’ve never really known what it means to be taken by a man.

But it’s this: Cole driving into my pussy hard and fast, unforgiving and animalistic, as he offers pressure in tight circlesagainst my asshole with my vibrator. He turns it up to max and spits above my cleft to coat the head before slipping it into me just enough to send me reeling. I all but scream into the bed, whimpering his name and begging him. For everything and nothing all at once.

“Holy fuck,” he says, sensing the hum against him from inside me. “That feels …fuck.”

He starts to move faster and I grin in a moment of clarity.

“My dirty husband likes to be fuckedandtoyed with?” I ask.

Something about my words sends him over the edge. He pulls the wand from me, and I hiss at its loss. He tosses it onto the bed and grips my hair, sliding his other hand around to pull me up by my throat. My back is flush against his front, and I turn my face to meet his in messy, urgent kisses.

“Call me your husband again,” he orders.

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