Page 66 of Ride or Die
“Lie on the bed face up,” he demands, eyes darkening and jaw clenching as he watches me position myself as requested.
Once I’m on my back, Colt leans over me and grabs one arm, closing the handcuff around my wrist. Pulling that arm over my head, he weaves the cuffs through the metal headboard and secures my other wrist. The metal clangs against the headboard when I pull on the cuffs and realize how vulnerable I really am at the moment.
“Tell me anytime you want to stop. We’re starting slow, okay?” His voice is rough like sandpaper, barely containing his arousal.
I nod repeatedly, my heart racing in my chest as he sits on his knees, looking over my entire body with pure desire.
“Perfect,” he mumbles.
Colt just stares at me, his eyes trailing everywhere. I stare right back, watching his boxers tent at the sight of me under his complete control.
“Ha-have you ever done anything like this?” I ask, suddenly feeling nervous and a bit self-conscious.
He shakes his head and his stormy blue eyes meet mine, those messy black strands falling into his face. The fucking model looking down at me makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. My wildest dream has come true.
“No. Never. I’ve fantasized about doing these things to you and only you. That’s why I’m in awe. I’m watching a perfect fantasy unfold in front of me,” he says, positioning himself between my legs, pushing his hardness against my aching pussy.
“Wh-what did you do with other girls?” I ask nervously. It seems like such a stupid question to be asking given the position we’re in. But for some reason, I need to know.
“A lot of blowjobs. The sex was basic. I was only out to please myself. I didn’t really care if they got off or not. It was more practice than anything,” he replies honestly.
“But with you…all I want is to hear you scream my name over and over. I love pushing your limits, watching you experience every single first, and now I get to experience some of these firsts with you.” Perfect answer.
He leans down and kisses me. Starting soft and sweet, our tongues grow more passionate with each stroke, competing for dominance. I moan into his mouth when he grinds against me.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs, sitting up. His hands trail down my body, taking the time to feel and appreciate every curve through the barely-there lace.
I squirm beneath his firm grip, nearly drunk with need as he teases me. His fingers feather along my skin, achingly slow, torturing me. I want to scream at him to touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.
“Colt, please. Touch me,” I beg. His eyes flick up to mine, and a playful grin tilts his lips.
“You want me to touch you, Layla?” he purrs as his hands slide down, grazing the scrap of fabric clinging to my wetness.
“Yes.”
“Are you begging me?” I nod repeatedly, his fingertips stroking up and down the outside of my pussy, making my body quiver with anticipation. I try to close my thighs to ease my aching clit but I can't with him between my legs. My need for friction is making me desperate.
“Say it,” he demands.
Frustrated, I sit up as far as I can, pulling at the handcuffs attached to the bed.
“Y-yes. I’m begging you to touch me. Then fuck me senseless, for the love of god, please, fuck me!” I beg again, and he lets out a throaty chuckle.
“Look at that, my bad girl begging for my cock. Again. You can’t get enough, can you?”
“No, it’s never enough. I want you all the time. Like you said, I'm a bad girl,” I rasp, and he lets out a growl, ripping the center of the bodysuit like it’s made of paper.
Goddamnit, I knew I should have gotten the crotchless one!
He drops down between my thighs, groaning as he looks at me bare. I let out a ragged moan when he inserts two fingers inside me, sliding them in and out.
"So fucking wet," he mumbles, leaning forward.
I cry out as his warm, wet mouth makes contact. Sucking, licking, and tormenting me with that perfect tongue. Not that I have much to compare it to, but Colton eats pussy like a champ. His mouth is fucking talented at everything it does. He worships my body, somehow gentle but dominant at the same time. It drives me wild.
After he makes me come, he pulls his underwear off and glides his cock through my wet lips, teasing my swollen clit.
“Fuck! Col-ton!” I shout, practically whining. “I need you in me. Now,” I whimper, almost in tears.
