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“Shit, Lay,” he rasps as his hips start to thrust in rhythm with my strokes. My thighs clench tightly, trying to ease the pulsing ache between them.
“You like taking care of me, Colt?"
"Mmhmm," he moans out.
"You like showing me off? Reminding everyone that I'm yours? That you own me?” I whisper seductively.
“Uh-huh, I do. I fucking love it. I'm so proud that you're my girl.” He breathes heavily.
“I fucking love it too. I love how one day, you're going to put a baby in me, marking me as yours forever,” I whisper.
"Goddamnit, Lay. You own me too, baby." He groans. Grabbing his hips, I turn him, and he looks at me with lustful half-lidded eyes. Between us, his hard cock stands at attention, and I lick my lips. I lower to my knees, taking his pants with me, and glance up at him with a seductive smirk. He grins down at me.
“You are so fucking hot,” he mumbles as he watches my tongue lick the length of his shaft before surrounding him with my mouth. His head drops back, and he lets out a moan.
“Fuuuck,” he groans out as I go to town on him, giving him everything I have, and I have a lot to give Colton fucking Hawthorne. My eyes stay on him as I suck him off, getting wetter by the second watching his body respond to my mouth, hearing every pleasurable sound that escapes his lips.
Unable to help myself, my hand snakes down my leggings and I begin to touch myself, spreading my wetness through my pussy lips until I’m circling my clit.
His head whips down to me and observes what I’m doing, his aroused stormy blues staring at me through his messy hair. Awicked smirk pulls at his lips as he watches me pleasure myself while I pleasure him.
We maintain eye contact, and I see a glint in his eyes. He grabs my arms and pulls me up, and his mouth slants over mine. Our tongues twirl and dance with so much passion that goosebumps rise on my skin.
Colt lets out a growl, and the beast in him takes over. He aggressively turns me around, pulls down my leggings, and pushes me face down onto the kitchen table, holding the back of my neck to pin me there. His dominance has me quivering in anticipation of that huge cock invading me.
Without warning, he plows into me, and I cry out as he hits deep. Colton fucks me hard and fast on the table, the legs squeaking along the floor underneath us. This angle hits me perfectly, and we begin grunting with each thrust as he pounds into me.
“Fuck, Colt. Your cock knows right where to hit me,” I whimper.
“Fucking right I do. This ismycunt.” He groans. “My tight little cunt.” His voice is strained as he tries to maintain control, his erotic words making my pussy clench around him. I reach down and start circling my clit again as he continues to hold me in place and have his way with me.
“Ah, Yes, Colt!” A knot forms in my lower abdomen, and I know I’m about to come. My body tightens, and he slams into me harder and faster as I start to cry out, my orgasm consuming me.
“Fuck!” he yells as he drives into me one last time before stilling. His hand leaves my neck and drops to my hip, both hands gripping me tightly, pulling me back onto him as he releases himself into me, grunting with every spurt of cum he shoots deep inside.
He breathes heavily behind me and then lets out a pained groan. “Ah, cramp! Cramp! Too much activity too soon after eating.” He breathes out.
We burst out laughing as he pulls out of me. I turn around to see him wincing in pain, grabbing his abdomen with his pants around his ankles, and we laugh even harder.
There is no stopping the two of us when we are together. Colt is my best friend, my home and my family. I may have lost one family, but in turn, I gained the greatest love of my life.
CHAPTER
FORTY-NINE
LAST JOB
LAYLA
It’s been almost a week since we saw Constantine, and thankfully, no one has bothered us since. Tonight we are pulling our last job, and Axel has joined us for our final prep but is looking rather uncomfortable now that Colt is in on the plan.
He’s sitting at the desk in Colt’s room with a frown on his face as he scrolls through his phone. Daya is standing with him, looking just as annoyed with his behavior as we are.
The tension is palpable between them. Colt seems to think he runs the show, and now that Axel has had a taste of the power, he’s not happy about being demoted. He’s back to looking like his greasy, unkempt asshole self.
He’s just lucky I convinced Colt to let him be a part of the job at all, especially since both of us have our suspicions about his intentions and loyalty to us.
Daya steps up close to me while I’m doing my makeup.
