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“God, yes. Please,” she moaned, and that was all I needed for affirmation as I slammed back into her.

I could tell it would only take a few more strokes for me to come so I leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Let go, Ellison. Come for me, baby.” I nipped her ear right as she came undone, her eyes rolling back. I rode out her orgasm, feeling every wave of pleasure move through her body, before I spilled inside her.

“You’re so beautiful.” I kissed her forehead, still on top of her, catching my breath. “And. You’re. Fucking. Mine.” I peppered her neck with kisses every time a word came out of my mouth.

“I’m yours, Colter. I’ve always been yours.” She looked up at me with passion in her eyes, and it took everything I had to not tell her I loved her right there on the spot.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ellison

Iwoke up to Colter’s arms wrapped around me and our naked bodies entwined together. We hadn’t done much the rest of the day, unless you counted the other orgasms Colter had served me throughout the night. I kept waiting for the honeymoon feeling to fade and the dread of this being temporary to sink in, but it never did.

I’ve always been yours,I told him last night. The old me would have passed it off as being lust and tried to come up with excuses for why I didn’t mean it, but every fiber of my aching body knew it was true. I hadn’t thought about a single other person since the night at Nectar & Vine, before that even. He had a tight grip on me, and I was done fighting. If he drowned, I was going down with him.

Looking at Colter was like looking into a mirror. He reflected the brightest and darkest parts of me. The main difference was where I tended to blend in with the shadows, Colter shone bright. He put his full heart on display and he was absolutely golden.

I shifted my body and tried to move, but he mumbledsomething and pulled me back, nuzzling his face in the crook between my shoulder and neck.

I attempted to move again.

“Mmm, baby,” he mumbled.

“I need to get up.” I laughed, trying to push him off of me again. My bladder felt like it was going to burst, I needed to get up to relieve myself.

“Mm-no,” he complained.

If you aren’t going to let me get up, I’m going to make you move,I thought as my hand slid down his body to squeeze his hard length. I looked over my shoulder back at him for a reaction. Nothing. I worked my fingers over his tip, gently squeezing and working the most sensitive part of him.

His eyes shot open, and then a lustful smirk formed on his face.

“Didn’t get enough last night, baby?” He grinned, looking satisfied with himself as he let go of my body, presumably to move on top of me.

“Nope.” I took the opportunity to slide out from the covers, getting out of bed and leaving him with a bemused look on his face.

“What—”

“I’ll be back. I just need to use the bathroom.” I rolled my eyes and rushed to the bathroom.

After I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror, a glowing flush on my face, and smiled to myself as I washed my hands.

When I got back into the room, he was lying on the bed waiting for me, pouting like a puppy, his cock still standing at attention.

I got up on the edge of the bed, crawling up to him. “What’s wrong, baby? Did I wake you?” I teased, spreading his legs so I couldcome up between them.

“Yes, and then you left,” he groaned as I grabbed his cock, pumping it in my fist.

“Let me make it up to you.” I lowered my mouth onto him, swirling my tongue around his tip, the salty taste of him coating my tongue.

He shuddered as I took him deeper, still only going halfway down his length. His hands fisted my hair, pushing me further down, urging me to take all of him.

The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat as I worked up and down, using my mouth and hands in tandem. I moaned a little, the vibrations from my mouth causing him to grip me harder and curse his praises.

“Fuck, Ellison. Fuck you’re so good, baby.”

I pulled him out of my mouth, popping my lips like I was sucking on a lollipop. I was about to lower myself onto him when the sound of a fist pounding on the front door interrupted us and I scrambled off onto the other side of the bed.

“What the fuck?” Colter muttered.

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