Fifteen
Colt
I had no idea if I was in heaven or hell. Somehow, it felt like both. I had gone through a wide range of emotions — from unbridled lust, to the deepest shame, to hope surging through my chest like wildfire — in the last half hour. We had come full circle, and at this point, we were back to burning, all-consuming lust. And all I wanted was to make Hailey feel the same way she had made me feel, to see her shatter and fall apart completely.
I think we were both surprised by the sudden change in my attitude. It almost felt like some switch had flipped inside of me — a caged beast breaking free, taking control.
Hailey hesitated for the blink of an eye, then hovered on her knees over my lap, her delicate hands resting on my shoulders.
I cupped her ass, slipping my thumbs under the waistband of her thong as my fingertips dug into her round globes. My mouth landed on her neck, sucking, licking, and nibbling myway down to her perky tits.
“Fuck, Colt, I need more.”
Willing to grant her request, I closed my mouth around one of her pert nipples and bit down. Her shocked cry turned to a moan as I massaged the spot with my tongue.
“Good?” I asked as I peered up at her.
She nodded fervently, her honey eyes glassy and stray hairs plastered to her damp skin.
My hands slid up to her waist, fingers almost touching, and for a moment, I was once again captivated by the differences between us.
I gave her a quick squeeze before effortlessly lifting her out of the water and onto the edge of the hot tub. Her tits jiggled, and she let out a startled squeal when I turned to her and pinched the remaining piece of fabric separating us between my fingers, letting it snap against her skin.
“Colt, what—”
“You’re going to take off that slutty piece of lace you call underwear for me. Then you’re going to spread those beautiful legs, show me this delicious little cunt, and I’m going to take care of you. Are we clear?”
She stared at me wide-eyed.
“Now, Princess!” I barked.
She hastily slid her teeny tiny thong down her legs and tossed it behind her, where it landed with a soft slap.
The vision was glorious, a sight to behold. If it weren’t for the mere thought of anyone else ever seeing her like that, triggering every single obsessive, possessive instinct in my body and turning me into a feral brute, I might wish I could commission a painting of it, but I was a goddamn possessive motherfucker.
If it was up to me, no one else would ever see her like this. Hailey was almost vibrating, her body taut as a bow, whether from nervousness or something else, I wasn’t entirely sure.
Isolated drops of water trickled down her sun-kissed skin, glittering like small diamonds allowed to adorn the most beautiful, most precious of all works of art. The ends of her hair, an even darker black than usual from the water, spilled over her tits, which rose and fell with shallow breaths.
I raised an eyebrow. “Almost. I think you may have forgotten the second part.”
She drew her perfectly sculpted eyebrows together, then realization flashed across her face. With her eyes fixed on mine, she placed her hands on the edge behind her and sensually spread her toned legs.
The growl that ripped out of my throat resembled that of an untamed animal. I couldn’t help it, seeing her tight pussy slowly open for me was a scene straight out of my wildest fantasies.
Unable to wait a second longer, I wedged my broad shoulders between her thighs, forcing her to open them even wider. I clutched her hair in my fist and brought her lips to mine for a devastating kiss, our tongues battling. When she sucked on my tongue before biting my lower lip, I tore myself away from her.
Lip throbbing, I tugged her head back by her hair, eliciting a hiss. Heat flared in her eyes and, spurred on by this, I lowered my head and trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses between her breasts to her navel. She tasted fucking delicious.
My hands settled on her knees, and when I pulled back to get a good look at my prize, I thrust her legs farther apart — God, she was flexible.
“Hold them like that,” I instructed, then slid my hands to her slit, the calloused areas of my palm noticeably rough against her soft skin.
Using my thumbs, I pulled her folds apart, revealing her already swollen clit. Curiosity gripped me, for no matter how much I enjoyed being in charge at the moment, this was still the first time I’d seen a pussy up close in real life. How many times had I dreamed about what hers looked like?
“I bet you taste like straight heaven.” A whimper was all I got in response.
I was dying for a taste, so I leaned in and ran my tongue flat across her — ass to clit. Fuck me, that wasn’twaterglistening on her lips, it was her own juices. My princess was turned on. Turned on by the things we were doing. By the thingsIwas doing to her.