Page 76 of Ride or Die
I nod and moan out, “Mhmm.”
His hand comes up to my chest and pulls my bandeau bra down to release my breasts. He gropes one and pinches my nipple while his other hand slips into my panties and begins stroking me.
I love how he takes control of my body.
Colt groans into my neck as he inserts two fingers into my wet heat. I gasp, closing my eyes as he thrusts them in and out of me while he sucks and nibbles on my neck and ear. My head falls back against his shoulder, and my entire body quivers, overwhelmed with pleasure as I watch his hands work me over.
His tongue licks the outer shell of my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. I can feel him hardening, his pelvis pushing into my ass as I press back against him.
My eyes are glued to the mirror, and when he makes eye contact with me, it makes me want to come right then and there. The dark, erotic look in his blue-gray eyes makes him look smoldering hot. He burrows his face back into my neck, his facial hair prickling my skin.
“Please forgive me,” he whispers, biting me as he continues to pleasure me.
“Yes. I-I f-forgive y-you,” I stutter through heavy breaths. My arm reaches back, my fingers grazing his scalp before I pull on his thick hair, making him groan and bite me again. He removes his fingers from my pussy and spreads my wetness up to my clit, circling my swollen nub.
I’m groaning and moaning and bucking my hips against him while he has his way with me. The pressure in my core is building, mounting to its peak until it crashes down around me.
I cry out his name and hear him moan as he holds onto me, supporting me as my body shudders and trembles in his arms, damn near collapsing while he continues to circle me, prolonging my orgasm under his strong hold.
He removes his fingers and inserts them into his mouth, licking my juices off of them while he makes eye contact with me in the mirror again. I’m panting, weak in the knees watching him.
“Mmm, you taste so good, baby.”
“So do you,” I rasp. His eyes flare with arousal as I turn around and drop to my knees, undo his pants, and put him in my mouth.
“Holy shit,” he moans, leaning both hands onto the dresser over me as I get to work on him, sucking, flicking and stroking his perfect cock until he takes over fucking my mouth.
“Mmm, I love your blowjobs, but I prefer coming in your tight little pussy.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up, turning me back towards the dresser again.
I watch him in the mirror as he steps out of his pants and removes his shirt, those damn muscles flexing with every movement. I wiggle my ass while I wait for him, and he gives it a smack. He spreads my legs apart with his knee, pushing me forward so I’m bracing myself on the dresser, and slams into me from behind.
I watch him through the mirror as he pummels me, and it's the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. His eyebrows pinch together and his mouth is slightly parted as he stares into my eyes. His strong tattooed arm wraps around me and his hand trails up my chest, gripping my throat with a gentle squeeze.
A shot of electricity goes right to my pussy, making me grip him. We both moan and his pace picks up. He loves this just as much as me. His head rolls back for a moment, relishing in the pleasure before he makes fiery eye contact with me again and tightens his grip on my throat.
“Yes,” I moan, reassuring him that I’m loving the dominance.
Colt’s messy hair bounces in his face while he pounds into me. He bites his bottom lip as his blue eyes bore into mine in thereflection. My fuck, he is hot. The look on his face is enough to send me over the edge. Between that, his grip on my throat, and the position he has me in, I can’t hold out.
I close my eyes as my orgasm explodes, making my body twitch and quiver, dragging my nails along the wooden dresser.
“Oh my god, Colt! Ah!” When I open my eyes, I see him squeeze his shut for a moment. His grip on my throat tightens a little more as he lets out a guttural moan, his body shuddering out his release as he looks me in the eyes.
“Fuuck,” he groans. His body sags forward, and he drops his head down onto mine and kisses my temple.
“Baby. Watching your face as I do you from behind. Oh my god. So hot,” he says breathlessly, resting his head on the back of my neck.
“I loved watching you fuck me like that.” I giggle, and he smacks my ass, making me yelp and then giggle again.
He wraps his arms around me and says in my ear, “I love you, Lay.”
“I love you, Colt.”
Hours have passed. Colton’s been gone too long. It never takes this long.
I text him, and he doesn’t respond. I call him, nothing. My anxiety is approaching full-fledged panic mode. I’m pacing around the garage with Daya, who is equally as nervous as me. She’s sitting there constantly checking her phone and shaking her leg. Nothing from Axel either. Every passing minute makes the wait more unbearable.
We notice movement in the front lawn. Both of us stand up as Axel emerges from the shadows. Alone.
