Page 97 of Coldhearted King

“Brace yourself, kitten. I’m not stopping until you’ve come at least three times.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX

DELILAH

“Idon’t know if I—” But I’m too busy moaning as his lips make contact to finish the thought. He’s not messing around. Within a few minutes, I’m yanking at his hair as I scream my way through my first orgasm. “Cole, I need you inside me.”

He looks up at me, his intense eyes on mine. “Not until you come two more times.”

“Cole, oh god.” Two long fingers slide into me, stroking and curling, rubbing against my G-spot. My back arches off the bed as I come a second time, my body clenching around his fingers.

“One more,” he demands.

But my body knows what he wants now, and I’m already ramping up for another one. When his fingers leave my body, the sudden lack of pressure inside me has me crying out in protest.

“Where do you keep your toys?” he asks.

I blink up at him, my mind hazy. “What?”

“Those toys you’re so proud of.” One corner of his mouth quirks up as I groan and cover my eyes with my hand. The mattress next to my shoulder depresses and a big, warm hand closes around my wrist. He pulls my hand away and my gaze locks with his. He’s leaning over me, bracing himself on one hand. “Don’t get shy on me now. The picture of your beautiful little pussy being fucked by a big, fake cock has been stuck in my head since you first told me about it. Now I want to see it in real life. So tell me where they are.”

Even though I’m embarrassed, I’m excited too. My heart thrashes against my rib cage because that’s what Cole does to me. He makes me desperate to experience everything he wants to show me. I trust him to make it good for me. I trust him with myself.

“Middle drawer.” I point at my side table, and he releases my hand and reaches for it, yanking it open and rummaging around.

I have a few different toys in there—a couple of my favorite dildos and a vibrator or two. Cole finds my biggest dildo and pulls it out. It’s flesh colored, realistic, and big—though definitely not as big as him.

“How often do you use this?” he asks.

“Not much anymore.”

He holds my gaze. “No?”

I wet my lips and shake my head.

Without looking away, Cole slides the dildo through my slick, already swollen folds. “Why is that?”

“Because—” I gasp as the head of the cock pushes into me.

“Because?” His voice is husky as he eases it out, only to press it smoothly back in.

I swallow hard. “Because I don’t need it anymore.”

“Why don’t you need it anymore, kitten?”

“I have—” He twists it inside me, and I inhale sharply. “I h-have you.”

Cole’s pupils flare wide, satisfaction etching itself across every line of his face. “That’s right. You have me,” he says, his voice a dark bass growl. For a heartbeat or ten, our gazes are locked together, and I swear I can see what I feel for him reflected back at me.

Finally, he looks away, his gaze dropping to where I’m stretched around the toy. He’s moving faster now, burying the length of it inside me with every stroke. It feels good, but it’s not him. “Please, Cole.”

He doesn’t acknowledge my plea. “Your pussy looks incredible filled with this cock. I could do this for hours.”

“I want you.” But my hips are moving now, riding the toy as he thrusts it into me. The pressure grows inside me and I’m almost there, but I need more. Something else to tip me over the edge. “Cole. Please. I need you.”

“I want to see you come with this inside you. Give me that and I’ll give you my cock. Can you do that for me, kitten?” He rolls his thumb over my clit, sending a jagged shard of pleasure through me.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes.”

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