Page 57 of Paid to the Pirate

“I want you to relax and accept me,” he insisted with his firm, captain’s command. “It will hurt less once you learn to take it.”

Nodding, I took Colt’s advice and he began slowly inching back inside me.

“That’s it,” he instructed. “Relax and accept me. Take it.”

I was grateful he moved so slowly, then angry at myself for feeling gratitude toward a monster who shouldn’t have been inside me at all. He’d despoiled me. I was as bound to him through this act as I’d have been through matrimony.

And he made my whorish cunt want it.

Oh god, that admittance was the worst of it. No one could blame a woman who’d found herself the victim on some plundering pirate, but a woman who wanted it? Who relished the pleasure his cock brought her?

“Christ, Charlotte, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so fucking good.”

I lit up at his praise before growing angry at myself for the twisted idea of wanting to please him, the man pillaging me.

Was it supposed to be this confusing?

Maybe it was for us, because our relationship itself was confusing as hell.

Fully seated inside me, Colt groaned, “I want to feel you hold me.”

“That will be difficult to do unless you release my wrists,” I quipped.

“Not a chance,” Colt chuckled. “I want to feel you squeeze this tight little cunt around my cock.”

I nearly choked, face heating. Neither my nipples nor my clit had ever felt so stiff before. They throbbed, needing touch.

“I’m not backing up again until you do it. If you refuse me, I will stay buried deep inside this cunt of mine until we fall asleep.”

“I’m not a whore, captain,” I insisted.

“The whorehouse in which you’re getting fucked says something to the contrary.”

Wriggling, I tried to escape from beneath Colt, but he tightened his grip. I averted my eyes, terribly shamed… and that’s when Colt did something I never expected. As sworn, he didn’t slide his cock from me, but instead he rocked his hips, causing the immensely pleasurable pressure of his lower abdomen against my clit. Gasping, I looked up at the same time I instinctively clenched my core tight around his invading member, as if I wanted to hold it inside me.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, and I could hear the grin in his voice as he continued to move. “Say my name again.”

Had I said it once already?

“C – Colt,” I whispered, barely finishing before his mouth claimed mine. Kissing Colt made my hips buck up as if in request, as if wanting a deeper joining, as if wanting the same friction below as he gave above.

Why did he have to affect me this way?

Releasing my mouth, Colt said, “I’m going to fuck you now. Are you ready?”

“If I say no will you remove yourself from me?” I asked, a part of me praying he wouldn’t.

A large part.

Maybe the whole part.

Could he tell?

Colt scrutinized my face and I wondered what game we were playing. Was it his? Or mine, as he’d said?

Both?

“No,” he replied, gaze hard. “But I won’t move until you tell me you’re ready.”

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