Page 128 of Love Me Again

“We are not... fucking.” I reply, trying to pull away, but Cole grips my hips tight and grinds me down against his mouth, and I lose my breath.

“You dirty little liar.” Aimee laughs, and I hear Josh mutter something on their end.

“What’s up, Aimes?” I ask, looking down at Cole, watching me from his position between my legs.

“Fuck my mouth.” He whispers to me, and I almost lose my mind and moan audibly, only just catching myself in time.

“Jo’s in labour, you hussy.” She tells me, and I gasp and press my forehead to the bed.

“Really? Oh gosh, okay, we’re on our way.” I mutter, and Aimee laughs heartily.

“Uh-huh. Course you are. I’ll see you in about half-hour, bish. Happy fucking!” I hang up and toss the phone aside.

“Oh god, baby, we have to hurry. Jo’s in labour.” I say, looking down at him, and he squeezes my hips and moans. The deep timbres of his voice send a shockwave of pleasure pulsing through me, and I rock against his tongue, rubbing my clit against his mouth over and over till I climax with an ear-piercing cry. Cole moans gutturally, drinking up my juice's greedily.

I look down at him, panting, while he rubs and squeezes my bum. “Fuck me,” I demand, gazing into his eyes. Cole smirks, and in a flash, he was behind me. He curls his fingers at the nape of my neck and tugs me up so my back was pressed against his chest. His mouth hungrily seizes mine, and we kiss hard and dirty. His long fingers curl around my throat while he pushes himself into me, feeding me his manhood, filling me deeply, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. I whimper in delight.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy is to die for.” He nips at my ear as he starts to thrust slow and deep, his lips on my neck, biting and sucking hard.

“Uh, baby, yes.” I pant, tilting my head back against his shoulder as he drives himself deeper into me with every hard plunge, pushing me closer and closer to sweet ecstasy, “Baby, you feel so good.” I moan avidly, winding my fingers around the back of his neck. Cole growls, and I lean forward, pressing my palms on the bed, pushing my hips back against him, meeting his penetrating thrusts while he grabs my hips and squeezes hard.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. God damn, baby.” Cole growls, biting his lip, and he spanks my right bum cheek, squeezes hard, making me cry out fervently. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy getting tighter, wetter around my dick, baby.” He pounds into me relentlessly. “Come for me, Gorgeous girl.”

I whimper, fisting the covers as he drives me straight into the arms of that toe-curling release I was burning for. “I’m coming! Oh, God, I’m coming, baby.” I cry out as I explode and flutter wildly around him. “Ohhh, Cole!”

Cole’s head lulls back as he thrusts into me with slow and vigorous strokes, the force of my orgasm spurring his own. “Oh yeah, that’s it, milk that cock honey, fuck yes! I love fucking this perfect pussy.” He growls, squeezing my hips as he spills his seed deep inside me. “Ah, fuck, fuck, Shayla!”

My legs turned to jelly, and once Cole stills, we both collapse onto the bed, gasping to catch our breath. “Oh my God, I take it back. I’m definitely more than a little obsessed with you.” I pant, looking over at him, and he smiles handsomely, his eyes closed.

“Right back at you, baby.” Cole moans, slapping my bum.

“Where did you learn to fuck like that, my God.” I moan, closing my eyes, and Cole leans up and kisses me slow and deep, sucking my tongue.

“Porn.” He groans into my mouth, and I laugh.

“Dirty git.” I grin up at him, and he chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh shit, Jo!” I sit up suddenly. “She’s in labour!” Cole sits up and kisses my shoulder. “Come on, Adonis.” I take Cole's hand and pull him up off the bed. After we got cleaned up and dressed, we drop Alaia at Cole's parents and head to the hospital.

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We seeJosh and Aimee in the waiting room, along with Jo’s father, “How is she doing? Any news?”

Aimee shakes her head. “Not yet. We got here not long ago.” I sit beside her, and Cole walks over to Josh, talking to Jo’s dad, Phil. “Did you look in the mirror before you left the house?” Aimee grins, her blue eyes raking over me.

“No, why?” I ask apprehensively and look down at myself.

Aimee laughs, “You look fucked out, girl. You could have at least run a brush through your hair.” I stare at her dumbfounded and reach to comb out my hair with my fingers.

“We left in a rush,” I whisper, unlocking my phone and loading up the camera. “Do I really look that bad?” I look at my reflection in the camera and gasp a little. My face was all flushed, my hair a tousled mess, my lips were swollen, and I had love bites all over my neck. “Oh shit.” I curse, pulling my hair over my shoulder to cover up the love bites.

Aimee nudges me, grinning wickedly. When I look at her, unable to keep the smile from my face, she cackles. “You little slut.” She teases, poking me, and I slap her hand away.

I giggle, shaking my head. “Shhh, you’re no angel either, you little minx.”

“Lord knows I’m a sinner. Especially for that man over there. On our way over here, he pulled over, and he gave me a good seeing to in the back of the car.” Aimee explains, and we snicker like two teenagers sharing dirty little secrets. “He’s going to be the death of me.” She groans lustfully, and I nod, catching my gorgeous husbands' eyes while he was talking to Josh, and he gives me a smouldering look, which I return with a sugary smile.

It was past midnight by the time Sam had come out of the delivery suite, tears staining his face. I’ve never seen my brother cry, even when my dad died. We all stand up and walk over to him. “He’s here.” He sniffles, wiping his tears. “I’m a Dad.” I hug him tight, and he sobs into my shoulder.

“Congratulations, Sammy. You’re going to be an amazing father. How’s Jo?” I ask once we pull apart.

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