Page 10 of Coldhearted King

With Delilah, I get to be the one who shows her exactly what her body can do with a man’s. I get to be the first to make her come on my cock. I’ll be the man that every other man has to measure up to. And as it turns out, that’s a damn heady feeling.

“Hands off. Your pussy’s mine now,” I say, but before she pulls her fingers away, I grab her wrist, bend down, and slide her fingers between my lips. I groan. My dick leaks pre-cum, smearing it against her inner thighs as I push over her, savoring the taste of her arousal, knowing she’s ready for me.

“Oh my god, that’s so...” Her fingers twitch against my tongue, her gaze is fixed on my mouth, and fuck, I’m going towreckthis girl.

But first she needs to come. I want her dripping and desperate for my cock.

I grip her hips and pull her until she’s flat on her back, then I lean down and swipe my tongue over her clit as I dip a finger into her. God, she’s so tight. She’s going to feel it when I push into her.

I alternate flicking that sensitive bundle of nerves with swirls and sucks while I ease my finger in and out of her until I can fit another inside. Her tight muscles give a little as I work my fingers into her, but it’s only a few moments before her inner walls tighten around me again. Her breathy moans come faster. She’s almost there. I suck hard on her clit, then gently bite down on it, and she explodes with a loud cry. The orgasm rips through her, and she clenches hard around my fingers. I can’t fucking wait to experience the same thing when I’m inside her.

“Cole, oh my god. That was...I can’t even...”

One glance at her flushed face, her parted lips, and her dilated green eyes and I’m done. I told her I’d make her come twice before I fucked her, but once will have to be enough because I need to be inside that tight little body right now.

I reach for the bedside table and grab a condom from the drawer, ripping it open with my teeth and rolling it over my erection. Bracing myself with one hand next to her head, my eyes lock with hers. Her needy expression is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Her pupils are flared so wide there’s only a small ring of emerald surrounding them, and her lips are parted to let out breathless little pants as she looks up at me.

A tiny crease forms between her brows. “You’re, um, bigger than I was expecting.”

Even though I’m only barely hanging on to my restraint, I huff out a laugh. “Bigger than yourbiggesttoy?”

She laughs too, the sound unexpectedly trickling like honey over my inflamed senses. “Maybe a little.”

And fuck, when was the last time I laughed during sex? Have I ever? The thought is fleeting, but it lingers in the back of my mind. At least until I press the head of my cock to her entrance, and then I’m not thinking about anything except filling her.

I pin her hands with mine as I press forward, because having them on me right now is a distraction I don’t need. Not when her needy little cunt is already squeezing around the tip of my dick.

She’s tight. So fucking tight. And she gasps as I push in, working my way into her with shallow thrusts, pausing now and then to give her a chance to breathe and adjust to my size. She’s making soft sounds, little gasps and whimpers that brush over my skin like the fingers I haven’t let touch me yet.

A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead as the strain of holding back builds in my shoulders and biceps. With one last thrust, I’m fully seated inside her. Her pussy is like a heated vise around my dick, and my balls are already drawn tight.

“Are you okay?” I ask through gritted teeth.

She doesn’t answer right away, her beautiful green eyes searching mine in fast, dazed flicks. I don’t know what answers she’s looking for in my gaze, but if she’s waiting for me to say something poetic, she’ll be disappointed.

“Kitten, unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you, and I won’t stop fucking you until you come all over my cock. Got it?”

She licks her lips. “Yes.” She shifts her hips experimentally, making both of us groan. Then those mesmerizing eyes are back on mine. “I want you to fuck me. I want to come with you inside me. But...” She twists her hands in my grip and I release her. Immediately, she brings them to rest on my chest, fingers tracing my pecs, traveling to my shoulders and down my biceps. “I need to touch you.”

I close my eyes. The urge to fuck hasn’t gone away, but I like her touch, the brush of her fingertips leaving little sparks in their wake. When she pulls on me, tugging me down to her, I don’t stop to think. I press my mouth to hers, slide my tongue inside, and capture her gasp as I pull out of her body. The moment I thrust back in, I’m lost to the roaring, crackling hunger within me, deafened by the thunder of my blood in my veins.

I rear back, grip her under her hips, and angle her so I can slide in deeper. She cries out, but it’s not in pain, so I keep going. With every stroke, I’m pushing her closer to the edge. Her moans get louder, her body gripping me even tighter. I reach up to her mouth and slide my thumb between her lips. “Suck.”

She does, curling her tongue and lapping at the pad, and fuck if this girl isn’t a natural. Whoever she ends up with after tonight is going to be damn lucky.

The thought has my jaw clenching—a ridiculous, animalistic response to the idea of another man having her. I pull my thumb from her mouth and roll it over her swollen clit.

“Cole!” Delilah cries out as her back arches off the bed. I keep up the movement of my hips and thumb while I bend down and swirl my tongue over her nipple before drawing it into my mouth. Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, like a snake about to strike, and I want her to get there before I do. I want to feel her clenching around my dick, forcing my cum from me.

I suck hard on her nipple, pinch her clit, and angle my thrusts to hit the spot that will make her come apart. A few seconds later, she does, her hands fisting in the sheets, head thrown back, as her internal muscles clamp down around me.

“Fuck. That’s it, Delilah,” I groan. “You’re such a good girl, coming with my cock inside you.”

She cries out as I withdraw between pulses, then slam back in. My climax claws at me.Shit. I won’t last any longer. “You’re going to make me come.So. Fucking. Hard.”

Every muscle in my body tightens as heat and pleasure scorch up my shaft. I grab her hips, thrusting in as deep as I can go, my release filling the condom in wrenching spurt after wrenching spurt. I have a sudden irrational urge to pull out, rip it off, and sink back into her so I can see my cum spilling out of her when I’m done.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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