Page 61 of Beautiful Secrets
He leans back, his jaw bunching as he stares down between us. I buck into him again, urging him to fill me, but instead he just slides me against his hard cock.
Never have I felt something so explicit, so deeply erotic.
So painfully inadequate.
I need him filling every inch of me, not teasing me yet again.
“Cole…please…”
He groans like he is the one in pain. “Not here. Not like this.”
I thump my clenched fist into his chest. “You think I care if it is a bed or a dressing room? Just—”
He grabs my throat, squeezes.
Panic sends my thoughts scattering. I gasp for breath, my body frozen in sheer terror.
Slowly, Cole lets me slide to the ground.
My heart feels like it wants to thump through my rib cage as he stares down at me for the longest time.
Then he sinks to his knees, one at a time, his eyes never leaving mine.
He grabs my leg and swings it over his shoulder.
Oh God.
I am so torn between fighting him off and surrendering that my body begins to tremble.
Gently, he lifts my other leg to his shoulder.
His eyes dart to my pussy a second before he gives me a long, slow lick.
I gasp, my back pushing into the mirror as I buck hard against his mouth. My fingers delve into his hair, gripping him tight.
Like an animal freshly escaped from a cramped cage, I lose all control.
Cole groans as I begin fucking his mouth, grinding my clit against his expert tongue. His fingers dimple my thighs as he grabs me and keeps me in place so he can lean back.
I gasp as he teases me with the tip of his tongue, drawing languid circles over my clit before dipping inside me, tasting me.
Pleasure converges deep in my core, my muscles growing tighter the longer he toys with me.
“Oh God, please. Please, Cole.” I tighten the grip in his hair, but he doesn’t even seem to feel it.
He draws back, his breath tickling my pussy as he looks up at me with a devilish grin plastered on his face. “What is it, little rabbit?”
“Do it,” I moan. “Make me come.”
“Aye,” he murmurs, ducking forward and licking my pussy as I gaze at him in reverential awe. “All in good time.”
He shoves his fingers into me, draws them out, thrusts them back in again. All the while staring up at me to gauge my reaction.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have to keep my eyes on him, but I do. Even when he uses his thumb to massage my clit, I stare at him through fluttering eyelashes.
My mouth forms an O when a climax hits me.
Cole darts forward, sucking my clit into his hot, greedy mouth. Lightheaded, I gasp for air, for life, for an end to the pleasure, the pain, the perverted passion tearing through me.
