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Layla’s big eyes hover on my mouth, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.
She swallows heavily, and her hand moves between us to grip the v of my collar.
“Please.” Her throaty rasp is hardly more than a whisper.
I lift the bridle from her other hand, and there's a soft thud as the leather drops to the floor, and I’ve officially lost my mind because my fingers reach out to slide into the hair at the base of her neck. Tightening my hold, I yank her head back ever so slightly, and a tiny gasp rushes past her lips.
“Please, Colt.”
Hearing her say my name in that breathy little voice, fuck. I’m going straight to hell. That moment is when the last tenuous thread of my resolve snaps.
With one hand still fisted in her soft curls, I crash my mouth against hers.
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Idevour every little whimper Layla makes against my mouth.
Madness roams freely through my veins as I dive into the gorgeous girl in my arms with every selfish desire to take and take and fucking take, running wild. There’s no holding back as my tongue presses past the seam of her lips, invading and demanding. But she softens and opens for me like the good fucking girl she is and tangles her tongue with my own.
The soft, sweet noises she’s making are a nectar I could feast on for eternity.
My grip is punishing and must be stinging her scalp, but right now, I’m not necessarily in control. I’m stealing her breath and devouring her lips, and the way she moans and presses up against me is going to echo in my brain for a lifetime.
She winds her arms tight around the back of my neck. Digging her nails into my nape… and she kisses me back without any restraint.
Fuck. Yes.
I pinch her lower lip between my teeth and tug on it, dragging a moan out of her that has my cock jerking. I’ve been hard for this girl all week long, so it’s no surprise that I’m leaking inside my pants just from a single taste of her.
When I draw back a fraction, Layla stares at me with a glazed look in her eyes. She’s flushed and panting, and her lips are that deep, dusky, rose color that drives me insane.
“You don’t want me to touch you?”
“No.” She bites down on that bottom lip of hers so hard it might bruise. Her eyes are hooded, and there’s a dark tinge of conifer green coloring her gaze as lust takes over.
“How badly do younotwant me to touch you, baby?”
Layla lifts her hips, arching against me. “So bad.”
“You don’t want me to taste you?”
Her tiny moan is filled with need. “No.” It’s a barely-there prayer that means the complete opposite of what is coming out of her mouth.
I back her up until her shoulders slam against the wooden stall. It’s not exactly warm in here, but my skin is on fire and there are far too many layers of clothes standing in the way of what I want.
My hands glide up beneath her jacket, seeking out the waistband of her jeans, as I drop my lips to kiss along her jaw. “I wouldn’t want to go against your wishes. If you’re telling me you don’t want me to put my tongue inside you, or to lick your cunt until you’re screaming, then I’d better not.”
“You wouldn’t.” She exhales a shaky breath before sliding her nails higher up the back of my neck, tipping my hat onto the floor. Layla hums and digs her fingers tighter into my hair to hold me against the column of her neck.
God, I’m obsessed with having her fingers roam over me. I’ll never wear that goddamn hat again if it means having her tugging on my hair and guiding me to rasp my mouth and beard all over her slender throat.
As my fingers find the button above her fly, her hips chase my every move. She tilts to give me better access, and I suck down on the sensitive spot below her ear. With each hot glide of mymouth over her pulse, I feel her blood quickening beneath that impossibly soft skin. It matches the furious thudding of my own heart, a thief determined to break its way out of my ribcage.
“Baby, I want to taste you.”Kiss. “Fuck you.”Lick. “Consume you.”Bite.
“Colt. Oh, god.” She shudders with each word. Then the sweetest and horniest noise escapes from her as I start working her pants down over her hips.
“This is just to take the edge off.” I brush my lips over hers and suck her bottom lip until she’s writhing with desire. It’s too fucking cold out here to get her undressed properly. “I’m not leaving this spot until I’ve tasted your sweet little cunt.”
