Page 53 of Coldhearted King

I press my hand against my cock to ease the ache, but only sinking it into her will help me now. “I hope you’re not attached to that tiny scrap of lace you’re wearing,” I say, “because I’m about to rip it off so I can taste you again.”

She freezes and a shiver visibly works its way through her. Then she keeps going, crawling onto the bed and stopping on her hands and knees, just the way I commanded.

After stripping out of my clothes, I stalk toward her. I can’t take my eyes off her ass, the material of her saturated thong a thin line between her cheeks. It’s still too much covering her, and I hook my fingers in the fabric at her hip and twist, snapping it. Delilah gasps, and I do the same with the other side, crumpling the fabric in my hand. I’ll be keeping these, but for now, I let them flutter to the ground by the side of the bed.

I run a finger up the seam of her sex. She’s wet, dripping, and when I slip the tip into her opening, my greedy girl clenches around me.

I lean down and run my tongue from her clit all the way to the tight rosette of her ass. She jolts forward, but I don’t let her go, wrapping my arm around the top of her thighs to keep her still as I do it again and again.

“Cole,” she cries out as I lap at her and spear my tongue into her pussy. God, she tastes fucking incredible.

I rear back, stroking my erection from root to crown. “Do you want me?” I ask.

“Yes.” It’s a breathless gasp.

“You want me to fill that perfect little cunt of yours with my cock?”

She shudders again. “Yes.”

“Beg for it.”

She twists her head to look at me over her shoulder, the arousal in her eyes shadowed by doubt. “God, Cole,” she says, her voice wavering. “You can’t...I can’t...”

I stroke my hand up and down her back. “It’s okay to like it, beautiful. This isn’t about humiliating you. You begging for my cock doesn’t change how I see you, but it does turn me the fuck on, and”—I slick a finger through her wetness, which is practically dripping down her thighs—“I think it turns you on too. So stop thinking and do whatever the hell makes you feel good.”

The tension in her body eases under my touch, and she nods. I grip my erection again, sliding the head between her soaked folds until it nudges her clit. She lets out a moan, rocking on her hands and knees to force me to keep moving.

“Beg me.” I push her to take the step.

She licks her lips. “Please, Cole.” Her voice breaks on my name. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me come.”

Music to my fucking ears.

I quickly roll on a condom, then grip her ass and flex my fingers. I’m torn. I want to fuck her this way, but I also want to look into her eyes the first time I take her again. The sheer strength of that uncharacteristic urge makes me resist it. Instead, I slide my cock between her legs one more time to coat myself in her arousal, then wrap my hands around her hips. With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” she cries as her body seizes around me.

Blood pounds in my ears as her pussy grips me so tightly I can barely move. I grit my teeth and pull back before pumping into her again, fucking her with long, sure strokes.

Her internal muscles clutch my cock and she’s moaning now, clawing at the sheets and pushing back against me. I grip her ass cheeks and spread them so I can watch the way she’s stretched around me as I drive into her. The tight ring of muscle between her cheeks captures my attention, and I can’t resist the urge to press my thumb against it.

Delilah sucks in a sharp breath and turns her head, her startled gaze meeting mine. Judging by her reaction, she’s never been touched here before. I swipe my thumb through her wetness and use it to let me press a little deeper. Her eyes widen. “Cole?”

“Tell me it feels bad, and I’ll stop.”

She hesitates briefly, then shakes her head. “It doesn’t feel bad.”

To reward her, I slide my hand around to her front and tease the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs. The added sensation makes her clench even tighter around me, and my balls draw up. Fuck, I won’t last long this first round. Luckily, this is only the first of many tonight.

With my fingers working her clit, and my thumb pushing a little deeper into her ass with every thrust of my hips, I give Delilah no choice but to come. Her body goes rigid, and she lets out a cry as she clamps down hard around me. My fight to hold back is over. I slam into her, closing my eyes and throwing back my head with a low groan as fire races from my balls, along my shaft, and erupts from me. My hips continue to work, and I can’t seem to stop coming.

When I finally stop pumping into her, my chest is heaving and even my fingertips are tingling.

Delilah West just fucking wrecked me.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

DELILAH

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