Page 98 of Coldhearted King

“Play with your nipples,” he demands.

I cup my breasts, running my thumbs over the stiff peaks, then pinch them, sending little shock waves directly to my core.

“Good girl. You’re so fucking sexy.” Cole’s voice is rough with desire, his gaze dropping back to what he’s doing between my legs. The stark hunger written on his face as he uses his thumb to massage my clit is enough to shatter me. Cole thrusts the toy into me one more time and I cry out, arching my back as my internal muscles pulse around the intrusion.

My body has barely finished spasming when Cole pulls the toy from me and tosses it on the bed. He kneels between my thighs, his erection so hard it’s flush with his stomach. With one hand, he presses it down, his expression almost pained. “Say I can have you bare.”

My eyes fly to his. He knows I have an implant, but this is the first time he’s ever brought up not using a condom.

“I’ve never gone without.” His tone is almost harsh, but there’s a rawness to his expression that reaches right inside me and wraps its fingers around my heart. “I want you with nothing between us. I need...” A muscle jumps in his jaw. “I need to feel all of you.”

God, I want it too. Badly. With all the ways he’s taken me over the last few months, having him want me with nothing between flays my chest wide open. “I want to feel you too. I want to feel everything.”

He gives his cock a hard jerk, as if he can’t help himself. “You want it? You want me to fill you with my cum?”

I barely have a chance to form the shape of the word yes before he’s on me, working his cock into me with shallow thrusts that drive me out of my mind. The minute he’s fully seated in me, he drops his forehead to my chest and groans. “Your tight little pussy is so hot. You’re going to burn me alive.”

His hips flex and we both moan at how good it feels. When he moves again, it’s to pull out all the way to the tip, leaving me empty and desperate for him to fill me again. Then he does, with one hard pump, at the same time as his lips find mine. There’s a desperation to his movements that has me responding with equal fervor, even though I’ve already come three times. He licks and bites his way down my neck, then takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard and rhythmically.

Every hard slam of his hips against mine has his pelvis rubbing against my over-sensitized clit, and I’m tightening around him, my body already preparing to throw me into a fourth orgasm. But before it can, he pulls out of me.

“Turn over,” he growls.

I do as he asks, scrambling onto my hands and knees, craving him inside me. With one thrust, he claims me again, leaning over me with a hand on my hip, the other pressing between my shoulder blades until my chest is flat on the mattress. He feels huge at this angle, and I pant and moan incoherently.

He slips his finger inside me, alongside his dick, and the sting of the increased stretch causes me to inhale sharply. He doesn’t keep it there, though. The next thing I know, he’s rubbing that arousal-slicked finger against the tight ring of muscle between my cheeks, and I freeze.

He’s touched me here before and even though it still makes me nervous, I know how well he can play my body. I take a breath and relax, earning me a growl of approval that vibrates through every molecule inside me.

His finger presses into me, and I squirm and cry out when he breaches my back channel, slowly sinking it in to the first knuckle. He gently eases it out and back in again, even as his cock continues to stroke languidly into me, until the foreign sensation morphs into pleasurable pressure.

God, what does it say about me that it feels so good that my orgasm surges closer?

He knows. “You like that, kitten? You like my cock in your pussy and my finger in your ass?”

“Y-yes,” I manage to get out.

He pushes his finger further in, then pulls it out so he can add another. It’s more pressure, and I still again, until I grow accustomed to the sensation. The movement of his hips has slowed now, his cock gliding slowly in and out of me as he concentrates on my behind, twisting his fingers inside me, stretching me.

I wriggle my hips, wanting him to move again, my orgasm hovering just out of reach, but he leans over me, bracing one arm on the mattress so he can whisper in my ear.

“I want to fuck you here, Delilah,” he says, with another thrust of his fingers. “I want to claim every single inch of you. Only when I’m buried balls deep in you am I going to let you come again. And believe me, you’ll orgasm so hard, you’ll milk the cum straight out of me.”

My eyes are wide, my throat dry. “I don’t know....I’ve never done that.”

“I know,” he says, “but you’ll do it for me. And you’ll love it. I was the first person to have your pussy. I’ll be the first person to have you here.” His fingers push deeper as he slams his cock into me, and I almost explode right then. Except he stops again, and I cry out in frustration.

“Tell me you want it,” he demands. “Beg me to make you come with my cock deep inside your ass.”

“God, yes, please. Fuck me in the ass, Cole.” I never thought I would hear myself utter those words to anyone. But Cole isn’t just anyone. I trust him to make me feel good. If he says I’ll come hard, then I believe him. Like he said, I want to share this first with him too.

“Your pussy is dripping. I won’t even need lube,” Cole says. “I’ll go as slow as I can for as long as I can, okay?”

“Okay.”

His fingers trace up my spine, and he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder blade, the tenderness of his touch making my heart swell, even as my pulse kicks into high gear with nervous anticipation. He pulls completely out of me, leaving me empty. Before I can voice my protest, he’s dipping his fingers into me, gathering my arousal and spreading it up to my behind. I can feel how wet his fingers are, how wet I am, and I shiver at the thought of what’s going to happen. When I look over my shoulder, he’s stroking his cock, his fist wrapped around the slick shaft.

His eyes meet mine, and my stomach swoops at the look in them. They blaze with heat, but there’s something else there too. An intensity of emotion that sends my heart into overdrive just as much as it sets my body on fire. I’m distracted when he presses the blunt head of his erection against me. I hold my breath as his broad crown pushes through the tight ring of my opening, and I whimper as my body clenches around the intrusion.

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