Page 100 of Beautiful Secrets
How did I get the better of Cole? My mind is still reeling from such a sweet victory. And while logic dictates that I shouldn’t be using this moment to get laid, that I should be running or fighting orsomething…
I think it is timehehad a taste of being powerless.
I am not stronger than him, but when I tighten my grip on his cock and urge him into a sit—and he actually moves with my hand instead of resisting me—I know that in this moment strength doesn’t matter.
The look in his eyes—wariness, concern, open lust—makes me giggle. And he doesn’t like that. Not even a little.
I keep a hand around his cock as I carefully slide a leg over his lap.
His breathing is heavier now. His lips part, and he nibbles at the bottom one like he is ready to pass out in suspense.
God—if my pounding heart is anything to go by, so am I.
“How does it feel?” I ask as I point his dick right at my entrance. But we are easily two inches apart, and when he glances down and notices this, he flinches as if in physical pain. “Not being the one in control?”
He groans, shifts under me, but freezes when I give his dick a ruthless pump.
Cole throws back his head and groans, his thick lashes trembling. “Fuck.”
“It is not nice, is it?” I pump him again, if only because I love how he responds to such a simple movement.
He grabs my hips and forces me down.
I barely move back in time—his dick slides over my clit, making me gasp at the unexpected contact. But before he can try again, I shove my hand between my legs and grab his balls between my fingertips. My nails are not very long, but he takes the threat seriously—sitting still and watching me with that same heady, lust-filled gaze.
“You gonna do something with that dick in your hand?” he grates.
I laugh at him. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
He looks down, making an angry sound in the back of his throat as he slides his hands over my thighs. “I could be inside you already.” His eyes flicker up, lock with mine. “Stretching out that tight little pussy of yours. Pounding into you, again and again.”
His words send a painful ache through my core. I want nothing more than to slide over his cock, but this time I am the one punishing him.
So instead of giving in to his lascivious suggestions, I push onto my knees and rub my clit against the tip of his dick.
Slow.
Hard.
His eyes flutter as if he is struggling to keep them open, but then he looks down and groans. He slides his hands between my legs, his fingertips digging into the flesh beside my folds as if he wants to rip me open.
I tilt my hips forward, coating his dick with my arousal.
“Christ, girl, how the fuck are you so wet?” He puts his head back, his chest puffing out as he struggles for breath. “I can just slide right in. Don’t you want that?”
“You will not tempt me, Lucifer,” I murmur. I dig my nails into his ball sack, and his body goes rigid.
Well, the rest of his body. His dick is already rock hard.
“Careful, rabbit,” he grits out. “This wolf bites.”
“Hmm.” I arc my back, gliding over his cock again. “I know only of spanks, none of this biting.”
He shows me his teeth, but I laugh off the silent threat. Instead, I keep my hand on his balls and rip my shirt over my head with the other, quickly switching so I can shake the fabric off my wrist.
It feels invigorating—stark naked, the brisk air blowing in through the open door. My nipples harden, and Cole’s eyes dart to them like magnets.
He grabs them, squeezes them. And then tries to urge me over his cock again. But I resist, too power-hungry to give him back control just yet.
