Page 70 of Riding the High

“Oh myGod,” I say, my mouth falling open as I take in his size. Cole’s eyes follow mine as they blaze a trail over his body. He’s not self-conscious as he stands before me, his cock hard and pointing straight at me. A small smile plays on his lips as he wraps his hand around himself, stroking instinctively. Tiny beads of pre-cum leak from his tip and the overwhelming urge to take him into my mouth consumes me.

“Something wrong?” he asks rhetorically with the smug look I know so well on his face.

Of course this man has a huge dick. Why am I even surprised?

“No. Although now I know why I was so sore the next morning in Vegas,” I say, my eyes feasting on the way Cole’s flawless abs blend into the deep V that is lined with veins, rigid now and probably pushing all the blood in his body to that perfect cock.

The man is a goddamn phenomenon.

“Ginger,” Cole says, tracking my gaze.

Look alive, Danforth.I snap my eyes back up to his.

Cole crawls on top of me with fire in his eyes. It’s the type of look that says he knows how hot he is, a look every one-night stand he’s ever had has seen. I tense at the thought. Iwon’tbe thesame woman he sleeps with every weekend. One that he takes and has his way with however he wants, only to pat her on the ass and send her packing. Irefuse.

I prop myself up on my elbows to meet him as he bends down to meet my lips. I slide my hand down and bravely press my palm to his cock. Taking control.

“We’ll take it nice and slow. It’ll feel good, I promise,” he murmurs against my skin.

I narrow my eyes at him. I’m two orgasms deep and he’s still sitting in the queue.

“That’s right, baby,” I purr into his ear as I stroke him. “Iwill make it feel good.”

Cole presses me down into the bed, muttering something about me being a “fucking sassy little brat.” But I’m quicker than he is and slide out from under him, throwing him off-kilter. I climb on top of him as he flips over, smirking as I slide my soaking pussy against him, taking control as best I can. He looks up at me in shock, as though he’s about to try and fight me, but his eyes close with the feeling of me moving against him. I breathe out a moan as the warmth of him presses against me.

“Christ, Ginger, I’m gonna come before I even get my dick inside you if you keep that up,” he says as I continue my slow, intentional slide. He looks down and watches as my lips hug his cock. The sound that leaves his chest tells me he’s had enough. He sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist and winding his hands in my hair.

“You want it? You want to be in control? Then you better be ready to own it and take exactly what you need,” Cole says as he lifts me up enough for just the tip of his cock to notch its way into me. We both suck in a breath as the challenge leaves his lips.

“Do it, Vixen … I dare you.”

“You can’t dare me when it comes to sex,” I mutter, sinking down onto him that first inch.

“I can and I will. My day, my rules. Now show me just what I’ve been missing all these years,” he half grunts.

I tip my head back and let myself slide onto him a little more. Cole inside me with nothing between us is …shit. I force myself to gain a little clarity.

“I’m on the pill …” I manage to whisper. “And I’m clean.”

There’s no way I want him to stop now and go searching for a condom, and there’s not a chance he isn’t safe. It might as well be his middle name.

“I know,” Cole says back, his eyes meeting mine. “We had this conversation the first time. So am I. I never go bare.Ever.”

He flexes his hips and gives me another inch.Holy hell.

“Oh yeah … I–I didn’t know if you remembered,” I lie in a breathless whisper as I feel my pussy clench around him.

Cole unwinds a hand from my hair and uses his thumb and forefinger to pull my chin down so our eyes lock as he continues to push into me. I whimper as it all comes rushing back like it never left: the warmth, our slick bodies pressed together, moving effortlessly in sync with each other.

“Ginger. When it comes to you, I don’t forget.”

He eases into me further, stretching me, filling me, pulling at the last loose stitch I have holding back my control.

I completely unravel as he groans and whispers, “I remember every fucking thing.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Cole

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