Page 317 of Hell Hath No Fury
“I can’t help it. I want you.”
He sucks harder on my breast, the bite of pain coursing through me to make a volatile concoction with my pleasure.
I cry out, raising my hips into his. “Please.”
A deep grumble vibrates from his throat, of pleasure or frustration I don’t know. Then he pushes back from the bed to sit on his knees between my thighs. His face is set in hard lines as he unfastens his belt and his pants button, then lowers his zipper.
He drags his cock free, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
I lick my lips, wanting him between my thighs while also hungry to have him in my mouth.
“Is this what you want?” He pumps the length.
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip. Nod.
“How much do you want it?” He keeps stroking. Taunting. “How much do you wantme?”
“Don’t tease,” I beg. “You know you make me burn.”
“Do I?” He spits onto his palm then glides the moisture down his shaft. “Lately, it’s hard to tell.”
“I always crave you. That will never change, no matter how much we argue.”
He leans down over me, nestling between my thighs, resting on one elbow as he continues to hold his length. “I guess sometimes I need a reminder.” The words are growled as he aligns the head of his cock with my opening, then sinks home in a hard thrust.
I moan.
He does it again and again, pulling right out then slamming into me.
It’s harsh. Almost violent.
I love it.
I drag him closer, stealing his mouth with my own.
Our kiss is like wildfire, all licking flames and rapidly building heat. I pant into the connection and hook my leg around his waist, deepening the penetration.
“This pussy is mine.” He fucks me harder. Faster.
It’s far more wild than what we’ve shared in months. More feral and possessive.
It feels like a culmination of all our bickering and animosity. An energy surge that will hopefully get the fighting out of our system.
“You feel so good.” I grind harder, meeting each of his thrusts with a roll of my hips.
He sucks on my lower lip. My tongue. He decimates my mouth while his cock does the same to my core. “So do you, my precious little whore.”
I flinch. Hiswhat?
Cole kisses my cheek, my jaw, his lips moving to my neck. “Don’t like being called a whore?” He taunts in my ear.
“I’m shocked, but I’ve learned to leave my feminism outside the bedroom.” I slide my hand to his hair and tug on the strands. “Call me whatever you like as long as I’m yours.”
“You’llalwaysbe mine.” He nips at my skin, continuing to pump with vicious thrusts. “Even when you don’t want to be.”
“That won’t happen.”
He snickers. “Liar.”
