Page 42 of The War Revision
“About?” He sounds uninterested, even bored. And he doesn’t attempt to reach for me, but I can see the fire burning in his eyes. It’s mirroring the one blazing inside me.
“We are not done,” I tell him, reaching inside his pants to release his half-hard cock.
I lick the head, scrunching my nose at the hint of latex. But there’s also Cole’s taste, of his cum, of him. And that I can’t get enough of. I hover above his head. A drop of precum oozes out, and I dart out my tongue to catch it.
“Deliciousness,” I purr before swallowing him all the way down to my throat, hollowing my cheeks while feeling my own dick growing. He hisses, but doesn’t stop me, his cock turning hard and thick inside me.
He grunts so fucking sexily and buries his fingers in my hair to guide my head. I don’t actually mind it that much, since I want him to show me what he likes.
My ass clenches, and it’s sore but a good sore. I want Cole to make it sting more. If I was addicted to Predator before, I’m obsessed now.
“Look at you work that fucking cock.” His dirty talk makes my dick drip. He pushes it all the way in and holds my head still, impaling me on him. “So fucking hot those sounds you make. Struggling. Giving up your air for me.”
He lets go and gives me a second to breathe fully before resuming fucking my mouth, using shallow, fast pumps. “Suck it hard, darling. Yeah! Such cocksucking perfection.”
Yes, I am. Always liked to suck cocks. But doing it to Cole’s equals eating your favorite decadent dessert, having extra Nutella and fresh whipped cream on the side.
I tease his foreskin with my teeth, and increasing the suction, I lave my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock. I pull out every skill I’ve learned thanks to my past experiences. Because I’m determined to bring this stunning devil to his figurative knees…with pleasure. My eyes water slightly as he chokes me again on his shaft. He stops and looks at me, checking if I’m okay with it. My reply is to take him a little deeper, removing my fingers from the base of his erection.
When I see his eyes close and his throat work, I pull back and give it another final lick before straightening.
He quickly picks me up, setting me on top of the black dresser behind me. His strength is such a turn-on. Only few people can lift my big body that easily.
I brace my hands against the top. Distractedly noticing how perfect the angle is to fuck me. He spits on my still loose hole, making me shiver with want. I pull his face down and crash our mouths together as he pushes down his pants and slides home with one easy thrust. We both grunt.
I feel such a relief at having him back inside. It stings quite a bit, but Christ, he feels so good. Hard and big, filling me so entirely. Has anything ever felt as fucking good as Cole’s cock filling me? I cannot…think clearly at the moment.
My feet hook behind his back and my arms clutch him against me.
“The way you tighten around me. I want to unload inside you and then watch my cum spilling out while my cock keeps plowing your ass,” he groans and then turns rigid. “Damnit! Condom!”
Instead of being horrified, since I never, ever fuck without one, I absurdly don’t care. My lust-fueled body starts thrusting, sliding his bare, raw cock in and out of me. The feeling is out of this world. I moan and keep bucking my hips.
“Kaiden, don’t,” he rumbles almost pleadingly.
“I’m clean. Never without condom…before. Want…you…bare.” Words are eluding me while I keep moaning and fucking myself on him.
Cole lets me do it for a moment, till he growls, “Fuuuuck! So damn good.” He suddenly untangles my legs from his waist.
My whine gets stuck inside my throat when he catches my knees over his elbows and slams back inside me. I throw my head back, gripping the edge of the dresser for dear life as Cole starts driving savagely into me over and over and over. Hitting my prostate every time.
“Touch yourself,” he orders me. I grip my dick and stroke fast.
My eyes find the image of us in the mirror on the far wall.
The obscene reflection of Cole’s hips roughly hammering home, glutes tightening with each forward thrust while holding my legs up with those flexing porno-biceps. Every slurping pump forcing a grunt from his lips. It’s too much. It pushes me over the edge. Blinding pleasure engulfs me. White spurts shoot out of me, hitting Cole in the chest and dripping down.
I’m still quivering with waves of pleasure when I hear Cole growl.
“Want to cum inside you.”
“Yes, Cole. Fuck, yes,” I beg him shamelessly, seeing him tremble. Two more hard thrusts, and I feel him emptying himself inside me.
Damn, I need more.
His movements turn sluggish and then he drops on top of me. For a moment, our sweaty chests move together like we are breathing in symbiosis. My arms have wrapped around him again at some point and now they hold him close to me.
I feel…peaceful. What am I saying? I feel fan-fucking-tastic. The afterglow buzz surely helps, but it’s more. It’s Cole. He’s still inside me and I don’t ever want him to leave.
