Page 118 of Blood Bound (Blood Mafia 3)

My core aches in the most delicious way. His thick length destroys me; draws guttural sounds from my lips which can only be interpreted as pleading for more. He tightens his grip on my hair and lays his chest against my back so he can bite me again.

Everything inside of me tenses. My skin ripples with gooseflesh and I pinch my eyes shut, seeing stars bursting into a million pieces as I shatter around him. He moans and slams into me, sheathing himself deep inside me as his cock pulses with his release.

The ledge I’m holding snaps and I start to fall forward, but Colt manages to catch me despite being mid-orgasm, laughing as he pulls his lips from my skin.

“Mateo can pay for that,” I say, making him laugh even harder.

His arms are the only reason I’m still standing, and I wrap my hand around his neck, trying to keep from collapsing onto the floor. “Please tell me we can do that again.”

“We can do it as many times as you like.”

I squeal when he pulls out of me and kicks my feet out from under me. He catches me before I slam into the ground and gently lays his body against mine. Something hard and very ready brushes against my thigh.

“Already?”

He nods and kisses me. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh,” I say on a moan when he slides into me again and starts to pump his hips.

A woman could get used to this.

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