Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,34
his cock deep inside of me, the angle having him plunging deeper than ever before. “Holy fuck,” I moan as he hits just the right spot.
“That’s right, Jade. Take all of me.”
He pushes harder against my ass and in return, I push back against him, taking him deeper as he slams into me over and over again.
Hell, there’s no way I’m going to last long before I come, and I’m fucking positive that he won’t either. This is too good, too tight, too fucking delicious.
Colton’s other hand grabs my waist, his fingers digging deep into my hips, his only sign that he’s about to lose control. “Fuck, Jade. You’re so fucking perfect.”
“I don’t think,” thrust, “I can hold,” thrust, “on much longer.”
“Then we’ll make it quick.”
True to his word, Colton’s fingers squeeze on my hip and he fucks me like a fucking pornstar, hitting me in just the right spot, over and over again, showing my pussy the time of its life. My orgasm sneaks up on me and just as I come, Colton groans low.
His body stiffens but he keeps his hips moving as I ride it out, unable to catch my breath. “Holy shit,” I pant as Colton finally relaxes behind me. His hand spanks down on my ass and I squeal out just as he comes crashing down in the shallow water beside me.
“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of your sweet pussy.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” I laugh before looking his strong body up and down. “So, you want me to start calling you ‘daddy’ now, huh? I didn’t realize you were into that.”
Colton’s face splits into a beaming grin and he grabs my waist before hauling me onto his chest but instead of curling in like he’s expecting, I splash water up over his somehow still dry face and dive deep into the water.
Within seconds he dives after me and I’m instantly reminded of the time I graffitied his back wall and then dumped the dirtied water all over him. I’d thrown myself into this same pool and while it was only a few weeks ago, I feel like so much has changed since then.
We fuck around in the pool for a while before the sun disappears behind a cloud and the heat is sucked away. “Come on,” Colton says, grabbing my naked body and hauling me out of the pool. “Let’s get you dried up so I can take you out for dinner.”
I suck in a gasp as he throws me over his shoulder and starts heading for the pool house. “Is this your twisted way of asking me out on a date?”
My ass is spanked and with the chill running through my body, the sting hits just a little harder than before. Though, that could entirely be due to the fact that my boyfriend was in the middle of rocking my world. “Shut up. It’s just dinner. If I was asking you on a date, you’d know.”
I scoff. “Yeah right. That was it, wasn’t it?”
“Do you want to go out for dinner or not?”
“I mean, I’m not going to say no.”
“Good,” he laughs, squeezing my ass cheek. “Wear something sexy so I can show you off.”
“My sweatpants aren’t sexy enough for you?”
“By all means, wear your sweatpants,” he tells me, eyeing them as they sit heavily in the bottom of the pool, “But you’re going to have to go and get them.”
Without a second of warning, Colton tosses me through the sky and I go crashing down into the water with a high-pitched squeal, and just as my head goes under, I catch the back of Colton as he darts away, terrified of my version of revenge.
That’s right fucker. You better run.
Chapter 9
Light filters through the massive windows of the living room and I groan as it hits my face just as Colton’s arm tightens around my waist. We’d spent the afternoon getting all too familiar with each other’s bodies on as many surfaces of this house as possible and reluctantly put clothes back on when our stomachs started to grumble and we remembered that he’d promised dinner that was apparently not a date.
It was nice actually being alone for once. No staff members walking around, no friends popping by, no threat of my mom or Harrison accidentally walking in to find us. Just us.
I curled up with Colton on the couch and feeling somewhat normal for the first time in weeks, we crashed in each other’s arms with nothing but the throw blanket