Page 63 of Ride or Die
He gets in the door and slams it, and we continue to strip. These clothes need to be off and burned. I only need to feel his naked skin against mine.
We stare at each other for a moment, the glow of the Christmas lights highlighting his gorgeous tattooed body as he breathes heavily, his cock hardening with every passing second he watches me.
The air crackles between us, and in the next instant, we’re crashing into one another, grasping, pulling, and scratching. Desperate to be as close as possible.
I step back and position myself on the bed on my hands and knees, Colton is stroking his cock as he watches me.
“Good girl,” he growls and moves to the edge of the bed. He looks down at me with so much power and control I begin to tremble.
The tip of his thick dick separates my lips, pushing all the way in until he hits the back of my throat, groaning as he begins to fuck my mouth.
My eyes fill with tears that roll down my cheeks as he hits my gag reflex over and over, threading my hair into his hand as he holds me still.
"Fuck, baby. You are so good at taking my cock. You were made for me." My eyes meet his, dark, intense and full of arousal.
He removes himself from my mouth and walks around the bed, and I feel the mattress shift from behind. He rubs his tip along my soaking wet slit all the way up to my ass, feeling every inch of me. Both hands spread my ass cheeks open and closed, gripping them tightly. My core is just aching for him again.
“Fuck me until you make me scream, Colt,” I whimper, needing him to exert his dominance on me since I aim to please.
He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, making me arch my back and push further into him, my eager pussy dripping with arousal.
“You’re my good girl gone bad, aren’t you? Always down to fuck, always begging for this cock,” he says along my neck, his stubble pricking my skin as his gravelly voice vibrates through me.
“Yes, please, I need you,” I rasp. A low rumble emerges from his chest, and he lines up and slams right into me, giving me the scream I asked for. I feel almost relieved that he’s finally inside me.
“Mm, yes, scream baby.My bad girl,” he says hoarsely as he continues to control my body. He lets go of my hair and slaps my ass a couple of times making me buck and squeeze around him.
“Oooh, yes," I moan with a whine.
“Fuck baby.” He pulls out and helps to reposition me on my back. He takes my legs, pushing them closed at the knees, and twists my lower body to the side, keeping my thighs tightly pressed together.
He pushes back into me, a feral rumble in his throat as I’m as tight as I could possibly be around him. He holds my upper hip as he pumps into me, pushing my knees closer and closer towards my chest.
He leans forward, pressing his face to mine, and fucks me deep and slow as he’s draped over me. His cock drags along my G-spot, sending shockwaves rushing through my body. My walls contract around him so tightly it makes his remaining thrusts almost painful, but it’s so fucking good.
Colt pushes up and follows right behind me, letting out a deep, strangled groan. So overwhelmed with pleasure, he catches himself onto his fists on the mattress on either side of me.
"Jesus fuck, Lay, you are a goddess. You are so fucking sexy. I can't get enough of you,” he says through choppy breaths, laying down beside me.
"The feeling is mutual,” I pant. “I just love this side you’re bringing out in me. I love exploring love and sex with you.” He lets out a possessive growl and reaches for the back of my neck, pulling me into him to devour my mouth again.
It’s so wonderful and terrifying at the same time to lose yourself this much in a person, but I love who I am becoming every day that I am with him.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
CHRISTMAS
LAYLA
It’s Christmas Eve, and I am so excited to get home to give Colt a gift before dinner. I just hope he doesn’t find it stupid.
When I show up, he has already turned on all the Christmas lights and is placing his gifts under the mini tree in the corner, wearing his usual joggers and T-shirt. Thick, perfectly fluffy snowflakes fall outside, making it feel even more magical.
Colt turns when he hears me enter. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey,” I respond, hopping onto the bed and waiting for him to join me.
