I wriggle closer to my ankles and grab them as best I can.
“Wider.” His voice is tight, his eyes as commanding as his tone.
I hold my thighs apart.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect, my obedient little Mika,” he says. “Now tell me how much you want me to make you come.”
“So fucking much.”
“Then come for me, little girl, and make it the best one you’ve ever had.”
Our bodies slap together faster, harder—violently.
Cole strokes hard circles over my clit, and then strokes it top to bottom in perfect timing with each thrust of his cock.
“Come for me,” he says.
When he slaps my clit, I almost jump out of my skin.
And then I come.
I’m gone for a second, maybe five, as pleasure envelops me from head to toe. But I hear Cole groaning, and his thrusts slowing.
But not softer.
He fucks me even harder.
And I realize why when there’s suddenly so much wetness between my legs that my skin goes cold.
My eyes flutter open when I force them, and I watch as Cole comes between my legs.
Jaw bunched, eyes fixed entirely on my pussy. Then he pulls out, strokes his cock, and spurts another load over my throbbing clit.
And as if he hasn’t punished me enough, he holds my ass up in the air and slides his fingers inside me while I’m still riding the last of my wave.
“Again,” he says, an almost angry expression on his face as he looks up at me. “I want you to scream my fucking name.”
“No, Cole, please, I can’t—”
I cut off with a strangled sound as he ducks his head and starts teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue.
What. The. Fuck?
“Cole, please, stop!”
“Almost there, my little Mika. Almost—”
“Fuck!” I crush my pussy against his mouth as he fucks me as violently with his fingers as he just did with his cock.
My mind tears apart under his touch.
I splinter into a thousand pieces, shattered and useless when he finally drags his fingers out of me and lets my hips sink down.
He’s on top of me a second later, lips brushing my ear as I shiver like I caught a fever.
“You didn’t scream my name,” he whispers.
I let out a ragged sob.