Page 31 of Ride or Die
He wastes no time putting on a condom. Lifting me, he sets my ass on the dresser, guiding my legs around his hips, his hands supporting my low back and ass as he pushes into me.
I grasp onto the dresser again for support, because I know he is about to fuck me hard.
“Fuuuck,” I moan as he slides all the way in.
Colton growls, feeling me tightly grip him. He pulls out, then pushes in a little more forcefully, eliciting a cry from me. He does this a few times, and then he really starts fucking me, this time harder and faster than the last.
The dresser slams into the wall repeatedly with the rhythm of his thrusts, knocking all sorts of shit onto the floor. Our moans, grunts, and fucks filling the room are the cherry on top. I don’teven care how much noise we’re making. Colton is rocking my world, and I don’t regret for one minute giving it up to him so soon.
He leans back as he pounds into me, eyes heavy-lidded and filled with pleasure.
“Holy fuck, Layla, you’re the best I’ve ever had…the best,” he murmurs. Biting his lip and dropping his head back, he keeps his pace, his grip on my waist tightening.
The sound of our bodies slapping and the loud thudding of my dresser against the wall surrounds us as we moan together. This is so fucking hot.
He keeps hitting my sweet spot, and I begin to feel the loss of control we both seek.
“Colt,” I warn, my voice raspy and unfamiliar.
“I know, baby, me too.”
I pull him into a deep kiss as he continues to pummel my pussy. He moans into my mouth, and I know he’s about to come undone alongside me.
Reaching between us, he circles my clit with his thumb, pushing me over the edge. The rush of electricity hits me, and I begin to moan loudly. Colt picks up his pace, hitting my sweet spot that much harder, making my orgasm stronger and longer.
“Fuuck. Layla…” he growls, letting out a loud, guttural moan just as I scream.
“Yes! Yes! Oh my God, Colt! Ahh!” My orgasm fully consumes me, shockwaves coursing through me, making my toes curl.
His thrusts slow as we both pant, our moans softening as we ride out the aftermath of the pleasure he just inflicted on us.
Looking sated, Colton leans back, shaking his head as if to clear the brain fog. “Wow. I come so fucking hard with you. No one has made me come like you do. I’m addicted to you, babe.”He exhales, dipping his tongue back into my mouth and twisting it with mine.
And I’m turned on again. Now that he’s opened the dam, the sexual floodgates are flowing.
“It makes me so fucking proud to be your first everything.” He pulls me into a warm, secure embrace. The sound of his heart beating in his chest soothes me, and I close my eyes, leaning into him.
“I’m happy you’re my first,” I say breathlessly. “Especially when you fuck me like that.”
He smiles again, pulling out and putting me down. While I clean up, straightening my dress and putting on fresh panties, he puts on his street clothes from last night. When we’re both presentable, he comes over and presses a kiss to my forehead, then my lips.
“My girl,” he whispers.
The back of his hand brushes my cheek, his eyes filled with adoration. I know Colton isn’t lying to me about how he feels. I can see it written all over his face. I feel it in his kisses and embraces. For once, I feel accepted and appreciated for just being me.
He grabs his leather jacket off my chair. “C’mon, we should go. I gotta stop by my place to shower and change before we head to the race.”
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
SINISTER SISTER
LAYLA
I open the bedroom door, all smiles, only to find Simone standing there with her arms crossed and an intense scowl on her face. I go from happy to worried.
“Simone, what’s—” She lets out a war cry as she grabs my hair and pulls me towards her, smashing me into the wall so hard it dents the drywall.
