Page 51 of Coldhearted King

But it’s not something to think about now. Not when the driver is opening the door and Delilah is sliding in, looking up at me with desire-hazed eyes.

My dick is already hard and throbbing. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time—since she stepped foot in my office. Before that even. In the weeks after our night together, I’d stroked one out several times, closing my eyes and remembering how fucking good it had been to make her fall apart for me. I’d even found myself searching the streets for dark hair and green eyes. It was ridiculous. I’ve never done that in my entire fucking life.

But it was the completely irrational urge to return to the bar where we met that jolted me out of my strange obsession. Chasing after a woman, stalking her, isn’t something I have ever—or will ever—do. So I’d deliberately put her out of my mind.

And then she’d walked right back into it, with her long legs and her pretty smile and those cat-like eyes. And those fucking skirts she wears. Not too short, but tight enough to cup the gorgeous curve of her ass.

I flex my fingers. It won’t be a skirt cupping that ass tonight.

I climb in behind her and the driver closes my door.

Before I raise the privacy barrier, I tell him to take the scenic route to the hotel. His eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. He acknowledges me with a nod, and I press the button to raise the partition. It doesn’t make the car soundproof, but it should muffle some of the sounds Delilah is about to make.

“Come here,” I tell her.

She only hesitates a second before sliding toward me. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her onto my lap, then tug down the bodice of her dress. She’s braless, and the shadow of her hard little nipples has been distracting me all night long. Now I’m going to get a taste.

I bend down and take one of the tight pink peaks into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it and groaning as it immediately hardens enough that I can tease it with my teeth.

“Cole,” she breathes, her hands going to my hair to hold me against her. I pinch her other nipple, enjoying her sharp gasp as her hips buck upward. I’d bet money that shot straight to her clit.

After lavishing attention on her breasts, I reach for the hem of her dress and pull it high around her hips so I can slip my hand underneath. Her barely there thong is saturated, and I inhale deeply to slow myself down. We have the whole night. Right now is just about getting her primed and ready for what will happen when we get back to my hotel room.

My knuckles drift along the seam of her sex, and she bites back a whimper.

“No need to be quiet,” I tell her. “The driver knows exactly what’s going on. If you moan loud enough, you’ll probably make his night.”

Her cheeks burn, and she shakes her head at me.

I give a low chuckle. “Have you been on edge all night, kitten?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

As annoyed as I am with Jessica, a part of me takes twisted joy in the fact that Delilah has been sitting next to me, desperate and needy for the last few hours. Thinking about this moment. Wanting my fingers and mouth on her, my cock working its way into her.

I kiss her. Hard. I want her lipstick smeared over both our faces. Our tongues tangle together, and she wriggles her hips. The friction of her ass against my erection makes it swell even more.

With my thumb on her clit, I slide a finger inside her. Her hands drop to my shoulders and clench as she lets out a moan. Her little cunt is so wet and ready for me that I add another finger, working it into her while I increase the pressure of my thumb.

I look down, drunk on the sight of her splayed out on my lap, her full breasts bared, legs parted and my hand disappearing under her red dress. I add a third finger. She’s so damn tight. I know she’s feeling the stretch, but I’ll stretch her more once we’re back in the hotel room, so she might as well get used to it now.

“C-Cole,” she moans louder, and her eyelids flutter shut.

“Look at me.” I want to see it in her eyes when she comes. There’ll be no hiding her pleasure from me.

Her lids fly open again and from her unfocused gaze and tightening body, I know she’s close. I bend over her, taking one pink tip in my mouth again and sucking hard. Her whimpers grow louder, but I need her to give in and let go. I want that gorgeous mind of hers to shut down so she can stop thinking and start feeling.

Curling my fingers and pressing against her front wall, I simultaneously stroke my thumb over her clit and bite down on her nipple.

“Yes, Cole!” she cries as her pussy spasms around my hand and her arousal practically gushes out of her.

I slow the movement of my hand and tease the hard peak in my mouth with my tongue to bring her back down. She breathes heavily and turns her face into my neck, trembling against me, and I’m overcome by an unexpected surge of tenderness. I fight the urge to stroke her hair away from her face and press a soft kiss to her lips. Tonight is about enjoying each other’s bodies, not sharing affection.

I pull my hand from her panties and bring my wet fingers to her mouth, drifting one along her soft, lush lower lip. “Suck.”

Her eyes flash to mine, a crease marring her brow before she opens for me. I slide my fingers inside. Her tongue laps against them as she sucks, making my cock jerk under her ass.

Fuck.

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