Page 32 of Stone Cold Bad
His words were true.I felt safe with him, safe enough to drift into a glorious haze of sexual desire the likes of which I’d never experienced before.He was all power, menacing power, and he had complete control and I loved it.I loved him.I wasn’t going to say no to him because I would do anything he asked.
He drew his hot mouth down the skin of my belly, then I heard him sit back.His strong hands pushed my thighs apart.He kissed my inner thigh in a long, sensual trail.My head dropped back against the chair.I was completely relaxed, lost in the feel of his mouth on my skin.
His warm breath blew against my pussy.My bottom fidgeted on the pillow as his fingers reached up and pushed aside the tiny piece of material separating his touch from the naked, wet folds.He spread me wide open and groaned as his mouth pressed hungrily against my pussy.
“Holy shit,” I sighed as his tongue dove inside of me and swirled around in the moisture pooling between my legs.His fingers held me open as his tongue continued its erotic penetration.Unable to move from the chair, I leaned back and absorbed it all.I couldn’t see him or touch him, but I felt his presence with the intensity of a thunderstorm, frightening and thrilling, all in one moment of complete ecstasy.
He lifted my legs and dropped them over his strong shoulders to gain even more access to my pussy.I was already totally exposed and completely at his mercy.
With deliberate, skilled patience, Colt brought me to orgasm.The tightening started in my pussy and traveled through my entire body.“Yes, Colt!”It felt as if I would splinter into a million pieces to be swept away by the ocean breeze.The pulsing waves seemed to last forever.I whimpered with exhaustion at the end of it all.
Colt placed my feet on the ground and slid my bottom so that my pussy hung off the edge of the chair.I had no idea what was happening, but my body quivered with anticipation.He pushed his long hard cock inside of me.I cried out again as my pussy clenched around him in one long orgasm.The chair rocked beneath me as he thrust deep inside of me.
“I know you don’t want to be owned, baby,” his voice was hoarse, and it seemed he was close to coming.“But you are mine.You are mine, Jade.”A low grunt echoed through the room as he spilled his hot seed inside of me.
He collapsed down over my lap and reached around to my hands to untie them.I lifted my hand and pushed down the blindfold.He leaned over me with his head on my lap and his broad bare back beneath my hands.I smoothed my fingers over the thin, long ridges of scars that crisscrossed his skin.The sight of them produced a painful lump in my throat.He flinched at first but then relaxed under my touch.His head remained in my lap.His jeans had been pushed hastily down below his hips, and his rock hard ass was exposed.Just like the rest of the man, it was pure perfection.
“Do they hurt?”I asked as I caressed the scars.
He shook his head without lifting it from my lap.“Only in my soul.”
I swallowed to relieve the tightness in my throat and chest.
Colt lay there hunched over me, completely silent and unmoving as I smoothed my hands and fingers over the scars, the ugly reminders of a brutal childhood.“I wish I could erase them with my fingertips.I wish I could erase all of it for you.”
“You are, baby.”
TWENTY-ONE
COLT
With no covers on the windows, the morning sun poked its head through the glass like an annoying, nosy neighbor.I turned over to find that Jade wasn’t next to me.I sat up with a start.
She walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee and her new hair color.“I’m getting used to the brunette look,” I said.“Of course, you could have a shaved head and you’d still be hot.”
“I think I’ll stick with the new color.A shaved head sounds cold.”She’d pulled on one of my t-shirts.She glanced down at it.“Hope you don’t mind.I’ve grown very fond of wearing your shirts.”
“I love when you wear my shirts.Now get your cute ass over here, so I can take it off of you.”
“Actually ...”She smiled and yanked out one of the fabric strips I’d used last night to tie her up.“I had another idea.”
“Fuck yeah.You want to be tied up again, darlin’.I’m all for it.Now get back into this bed.”
She walked over swinging the fabric piece around in circles.She stepped onto the mattress, and I reached for the strip of cloth.She held it up out of my grasp.“Nope.It’s my turn.”
She straddled me, took hold of my hands and put them up above my head.She bit her lip as she struggled to tie them together.It was fucking cute to watch, and it was making my cock stand straight up, especially with her pussy rubbing against me.
“You realize I could probably rip that strip of cloth with one pull,” I said.
She sat back with a satisfied smile.“I know,” she said confidently.“But, if you do, I’ll stop my plans, and—” She scooted back and knelt between my legs.Her hand wrapped around my cock and she moved it up and down the shaft, making sure to rub her thumb in the liquid pooling at the tip.“I don’t think you’re going to want me to stop.”She leaned down and licked the same liquid just before taking my cock in her mouth.She lowered her lips down, taking in as much as she could.Her mouth tightened around me.I lifted my tied hands and tangled them in her hair.I held her head over me as she moved up and down my cock, coaxing even more pre-cum from me.One of her small hands held the base of my cock while the other fondled my balls.I tightened my ass and pushed farther into her mouth.Her tongue slid over me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come, but I want to be inside of you.”
I ripped the fabric strip.She looked up stunned.
“I warned you.”I reached forward and pulled her toward me.“Now drop that pussy of yours over me right now.
She giggled wildly as I grabbed her hips and positioned her over my cock.Her laughter faded, and she closed her eyes as she lowered herself over me.She braced her hands on my chest and rocked her body against me.
