Page 70 of Beautiful Secrets
“Christ, I’m going to split you open if I keep going,” he mutters.
“Please don’t stop.” I stick my nails into his shirt, realize I’m not doing any damage, and instead grab onto his ass. I try and force him down, even try and lift my hips, but he’s the one in control, not me.
So he goes deeper when he’s done teasing me with just the tip. When he’s kissed me until my mouth is raw. When I’m close to sobbing from frustration.
He forces his cock into me. Deep. Slow.
At every inch, his lips massage mine.
I’m a shivering wreck by the time he’s all the way inside my core. And when he eases out and thrusts into me hard and fast for the first time—I start crying.
If it concerns him, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he kisses the tears from my face and keeps moving in and out of me at the same devastating rhythm.
“Oh God, please,” I whimper. “Faster. I want to come. Please, Cole. Make me come. While you’re inside. I want to know what that feels like.”
More tears are running down my face now. Cole wipes them away with a thumb and then puts his mouth by my ear again. “How hard?”
“Fuck hard.”
“Can you handle that?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Please!”
He chuckles, grabs my hands, and shoves it between our bodies. “Touch yourself.”
I do. I gasp. My back arches.
“Now don’t stop.”
I nod as he goes to his knees, his cock still buried deep inside me.
He draws out, watching me with dark, hooded eyes. “Faster, Mika.”
I speed up my hand, catching my bottom lip in my teeth. “I’m so close!”
“Then come.”
But I don’t want to. Not yet.
Until Cole grabs my hips and pulls me against him. The shock of that impact sends a wave of heat and lust through me.
I can’t wait.
I strum my clit, pushing my hips as high off the daybed as I can. Cole yanks me over his dick again, jaw bunching, and starts moving his hips faster and faster.
“Stop,” he commands.
But I’m so far gone, I barely hear him.
He knocks away my hand, and presses his thumb hard over my clit.
A gasp shoots out of me.
“Hold your ankles.”
