Page 54 of The War Revision
I freeze with my leg bent into the air. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
He knows I did since I’ve never been shy about my past encounters. He asked because he gets aroused by the fact that even though I fucked around a lot before him, now I’m utterly his. He likes to see me lightly flirt with other guys, because he knows he’s the only one taking me home and fucking me into oblivion. His possessiveness goes overboard sometimes, but instead of vexing me, it makes me feel wanted, special. His.
I’m totally content.
Cole gets both lips curled around his teeth and grabbing my thighs, he pulls me on top of him. His hand goes around my neck as usual, and I sigh with satisfaction. He bites down hard on my ear, his middle lubed finger entering my hole. “I’ll stuff you so full of my cum every single day that you’ll feel it dripping out of you while you’re tattooing your clients.” His words make my eyes cross, and I’m more than ready for Predator.
He adds a second finger, pressing so deep I’m pushed forward, a whiny sound slipping out of my mouth.
“Make me forget whoever else I fucked in here. I want only the memory of you.” But the truth is that I can barely recall anyone at the moment. They are just a bundle of faceless images, when Cole is fucking fireworks and rainbows.
He growls and takes my mouth, sweeping his tongue inside, almost gorging on my taste. Those fingers continue plunging inside me, and another abruptly drives deep mere seconds later.
“Fuck them,” he rumbles, the words gruff and so damn erotic. Pressing my hands on his abs, I start bouncing up and down, moaning with abandon. But soon, I can’t take it anymore. I pull his fingers out and reaching back, I feel around for his cock.
“Get on my cock,” his voice is barely recognizable.
I wrap my fingers around his thick, wide length, and angling my hips I let gravity do its work. My walls suck him in, yielding, pulling him in, as they mold around his perfect shape. I don’t stop until his balls touch the crack of my ass, and I moan out a cry at the blinding pleasure.
I close my eyes, hoping I won’t come at the feel of him stuffing me full. But they fly open as he grabs the back of my neck and hauls me down into a dirty kiss, his big palms spanning my face. The gesture is commanding and so hot, and we kiss while I start riding him in earnest.
I work my hips desperately, looking for that spot that makes me see stars. Right there! Every time I hit it, my whole body jerks with ecstasy.
After a few minutes, clearly done with my rhythm, Cole slides both hands down my sweaty back, takes hold of my butt, lifts me, and spreads my cheeks to his satisfaction. He bounces me up and down so fast and plunges so deep that I can only hold on for the ride.
I’m mumbling all my pleasure, my words barely comprehensible. Keeping my orgasm at bay is becoming increasingly difficult.
“Never fucked an ass this good. No one else will know how tight it is.” He groans as my inner walls ripple around his dick. He tilts his head, lips slightly parted, looking strong and devilish and so devastatingly beautiful.
Spitting out a low curse, he begins yanking me back each time he savagely thrusts upward.
My hand goes to my dick but he bats it away. “You’re going to come just from my cock pounding into you.”
Then he grabs my hand, lowers it to my hole, and spreads my fingers near my entrance. “Feel me stretching you.” Driving faster, he grits his teeth and I moan at the sensation of my fingers brushing over his pumping shaft. My eyes fly to my name tattooed on his pec, and my balls ache at the sight. It’s a mark of my possession and it creates an exhilarating feeling inside me.
He clamps his hands around my hips, his slate blue eyes flaring hotter than coal.
I fold myself on top of him, my hair falling around our faces hiding us from the world, while he keeps pistoning like a mad man against my prostate. Cole groans as he kisses the place where my neck meets my shoulder. I love when he does that, and he obviously remembers it as he bites down hard.
“Come on. I wanna feel you come on my cock before I breed this tight little hole,” he snarls.
That’s all I need. I impale myself with a hard thrust, burying his cock all the way inside me and let go. Ecstasy rushes through me, and I open my mouth in a silent scream.
I drop my body on top of his, panting while nuzzling his hair and filling my lungs with his amazing smell.
Damn. What truly does me in is that it’s never enough. I just came and I want more, so much more.
He kisses the side of my head and quickly sits up. In this position, Predator pushes deeper inside me, making me whimper. In the next second, I’m bent at the end of the bed, chest down, ass up.
I turn my head and see him pouring a stream of lube on his cock. I widen my legs obediently, feeling no shame as he stares avidly at my gaping hole. After what feels like a long time, he traces the opening with the thick head. I groan, grinding my forehead into the bed as he slowly pushes the tip in, letting my hole suck it in, and then pulling it out again. I squeeze hard on the next small thrust trying to push more inches of him in, unsuccessfully.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You had your fun, now it’s my turn.” His face is serious as the head slowly fucks my entrance.
“Mine,” he rumbles deeply. His heated eyes staring at his name tattooed on my lower back, just above my ass. His thumb is brushing underneath the red skin. It still burns and I wish the sting would never go away, as a reminder of who I belong to. Not that I need that. Cole is the ever present constant in my head.
I writhe on the bed, fisting my hands and sinking my blunt nails inside my palms as he keeps popping only the tip in and out of my opening over and over. He moves his hips restlessly, making tiny little motions.
My sated dick is starting to plump again. And I’m about to beg him to fuck me when he abruptly shoves his entire dick inside me, yanking me up on my tiptoes.
