Page 100 of Colton
I feel delirious, like I’m about to explode, but I need to play his game. He’s edging me on, but I can’t give in. I can’t. The world narrows down to just the two of us, our ragged breaths, our pounding hearts, and the electrifying connection that binds us.
“Tell me who owns you,” he commands, his voice a low growl. “Tell me who makes you feel like this.”
A small, defiant part of me wants to resist, to maintain some semblance of control. But I’m lost in the sensation, lost in him.
“You do,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper. “Only you, Colton.”
His fingers work their magic, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Then they’re gone, and he’s off me in seconds. I slump to the floor and gaze up at him as he shoves down his pants, pointing at his throbbing dick. My tongue laps at my lips hungrily, the darkness within me finally coming up for air.
“You know what to do.”
My God.
I lick the salty tip and moan, my eyes rolling in my head. Then he shoves into my mouth, clutching my hair in one hand as he stares down at me.
“That’s where you fucking belong. On my dick.”
His filthy mouth is doing things to me, which isn’t entirely helpful right now. I clamp my legs shut, forcing the throbbing need within me to calm the fuck down. I take him fully in my mouth and he curses, thrusting in and out, not taking his eyes off me for a second. His dick stiffens, and I prepare myself, widening my mouth as much as I can so he can come deep in my throat.
But he pulls out, dragging me into my bedroom before throwing me onto the bed. He shoves my legs apart, forcing my dress to hitch around my waist.
“Such a needy cunt, Luella.”
I’m trembling, my fingers reaching down to stroke my clit, needing my release so badly, I could cry.
He smacks my fingers away and uses his own, plunging into my wetness before stroking it over my swollen nub.
“My murderess is so fucking beautiful.”
A mewl leaves my lips, and my body arches as he praises me.
“You did so good at Blackwood, baby. I love seeing you covered in blood.”
My God, I can’t stop this. I try, panting and tensing my entire body as he chuckles.
“You only come whenIsay.”
I’m a mess as he begins to finger fuck me, his thumb pressing down hard on my clit, stemming the orgasm that’s screaming to be released.
“Have you missed me, Luella?” he rasps, lining his dick up against my entrance.
“Please…”
His hand, still slick with my juices, wraps around my throat as he yanks me onto him, his dick slamming into me with such force, I let out a hiss.
“Oh, youhavemissed me.” Colton thrusts into me, tightening his grip on my throat as I struggle to breathe. “Nearly there, Luella, then you can come around my dick.”
Nearly.Black spots fill my vision as he tightens his grip, and all I can think of is if this is the end, if this is how I die; I’m here for it. My body spasms beneath his weight, his breath hot against my face as he watches me lose control.
“Now.”
The room spins as I surrender to the inevitable, to the explosion of pleasure that tears through me like a wildfire. He releases my throat, and I gulp at the air, my hands flailing as my orgasm wreaks havoc on my body.
“Colton!” My moans echo through the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me gasping for breath and clinging to him. As the last waves of pleasure wash over me, he leans down, so his lips can claim mine in a fierce, possessive kiss. It’s a vow. A reminder that no matter how far I run, no matter how much I tease, I’m his. And he's mine.
He holds me tightly, his breathing ragged against my ear. We lie there for a moment, our bodies entwined, the world slowly coming back into focus. Then, as suddenly as he appeared, he pulls away, his absence leaving me feeling cold and exposed.
He stands at the foot of the bed, his expression unreadable. “You didn’t deserve that, Luella,” he says, his voice a low rumble.“But then, when could I ever refuse you? Even now, after everything.”
