Page 82 of The Pieces We've Lost

He pressed his weight against me, rocking his hips into me as his hardness pressed against my body. He kissed my lips once more before making his descent, taking his time and stopping at my nipples, taking one in his mouth, lightly nipping it as he rolled the other one in his fingers.

“Fuck,” I moaned, arching my back toward him. I was so desperate with want, I was sure that he would be able to feel my wetness through my panties.

He moved his hand down the curve of my waist and tugged on my jeans, pulling everything off in the process and then teasing me, sliding his fingers around my entrance but never giving me what I actually wanted.

“I can already feel how wet you are for me and I’m not even inside you yet,” he purred.

I clenched my jaw, as my hips bucked, trying to get him to stop teasing me and do something.

“Patience.” He pressed my hips down with his free hand, his other one rubbing circles on my clit before he dipped a finger in and started moving it. “Look at me, baby,” he commanded as he worked his fingers, getting faster.

I tried to keep my eyes open, but the pressure was building inside me and I squeezed them shut.

He stopped, causing me to open them again.

“Why are you stopping?” I pleaded.

“I want you to look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me or I’ll stop,” he ordered as he lowered his mouth onto my aching core.

He kept pace with his fingers as his tongue moved in tandem. I kept my eyes locked on him, not wanting him to stop. We made eye contact a couple of times as he looked up, satisfied with my reaction.

“I-I think I’m g-going to c-come,” I stuttered.

“Not yet. You come when I tell you to.”

God, even after everything that happened he still has such a hold on me.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I was so close to orgasming, my moans were becoming more frequent and higher in pitch.

“Please, Colter!” I begged for release.

“What do you want, Ellison?” He looked up at me, still applying pressure to my clit, sending shockwaves up my body.

“I want to come, please!” I cried.

“Such a good girl. Come for me, baby,” he praised as I exploded on his fingers.

He took off his pants and boxers, freeing his erection and not giving me any time to come down from my high before he entered me, causing me to gasp for air.

“You’re so tight and wet,” he groaned as he pumped in and out of me. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours, baby,” I moaned. “I’m yours.”

I knew how much he loved hearing it, and he pickedup his pace, leaning down to kiss me on the lips as he lifted my legs onto his shoulder, creating a deeper angle.

“You are perfect, Ellison. I’m close, baby,” he muttered as he pounded into me harder until we both came together, his cock twitching as he spilled inside me.

He lay down beside me and kissed my head as he pulled me close, tracing letters on my back that I couldn’t make out.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

colter

Iwas in love with her. Completely in love with Ellison Wilson as I traced the letters to “I love you” on her back. I didn’t care if it was the wrong time and place to say it, even if it wasn’t verbally. I loved her and I wanted the entire world to know it.

She fell asleep, even though it was only mid-afternoon, her soft snores filling the room, and I whispered, “I love you.”

I didn’t have to be good enough for anyone else, as long as I was enough for her. I could lose every single rodeo from this day forward, as long as I had her in my corner, I was the luckiest man in the world. She made me realize that although rodeo was a big part of me, it wasn’tallof me. That whatever happened because of Sophie didn’t define who I was. All I had left was to tell her.

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