Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,178

bottom lip and let his eyes snake up my body.

He was breathing hard, but his body language was very controlled.

Goosebumps broke out all over me as he took me in, standing there with just my bra on top, my nipples erect, my pants shoved down over my ass. I suddenly felt shy. I went to cover myself, but Colt shook his head.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He stripped off his shirt and then pressed his body back to mine, taking his hand and putting it on my cheek, tipping my chin up so when he was talking, he was talking right against my mouth. His finger traced my nipple through my bra. “You are mine. Do you understand?”

I nodded, even though I didn’t understand. What did that mean, that I was his? Did he mean that he wanted us to be together, to be a couple? Or did he mean he owned my body, that he was going to do whatever he wanted to me sexually? I wanted both.

He turned me around so I was facing myself in the mirror.

He ran his hands up over my sides, his reflection grinning at me devilishly as he squeezed my tits through my bra. He tugged my pants off, and I lifted my feet out of my jeans obediently. I was standing there in just my bra and panties now, and suddenly a rush of air from the vent above us brushed my skin, causing me to shiver.

Colt reached down and took my hand, slipped the hair tie I was wearing off my wrist and pulled my hair back. His hands brushed against my shoulders so gently, and then he was gathering my hair into a ponytail and slipping the elastic around it.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered into my ear.

I nodded.

“Put your hands on the counter.”

I walked forward and put my hands on the counter, and then he was behind me, his hands on my hips, guiding me toward him. He reached down and grabbed my chin, twisted it back until his mouth met mine and he kissed me again, hard and deep.

“Look at yourself,” he said, and pushed my head back toward the mirror. My breath sucked in at the image in the mirror in front of me. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and Colt’s hands were twisting the strands tightly. His other hand was on my hip. “Look at how fucking bad you want to fuck.”

I moaned and he kissed me again, hungrily, and when he stopped, he reached down and tugged the cups of my bra down until my tits spilled out, my nipples hard and erect.

Then he straightened up, and I started to go with him, wanted to feel his body back on mine, the warmth of him on top of me. I was shivery, almost feverish, burning from the inside out as a scorching ache settled in between my legs.

“No, baby.” He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down toward the counter. “Hold onto the counter.” His voice was deep, coming from that feral, wild place inside of him that I could tell was about to take over.

I gripped the counter, the marble cold under my fingers. Colt’s hands held me steady for a moment, gripping my shoulders before his nails scraped gently down my back, not enough to hurt, just enough to let me know he was in control.

His right hand stopped on the small of my back, holding me steady as his other hand pushed my panties to the side and exposed my pussy to him.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Look at that tight little pussy.” His index finger slid up my opening and then pushed into me, stretching me around him. His fingertip curled up inside of me and I gasped and tried to push into him, but he slapped my ass and held me steady.

“Stop,” he groaned. “Don’t move.”

I whimpered.

“I’m going to fuck you now, harder than I’ve ever fucked you before. Do you understand?”

I nodded and closed my eyes.

“Say it.”

“I understand.” I could hear him behind me, undoing his pants and then the head of his cock was at the entrance of my pussy. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it over my hole, over my clit, spreading my pussy out around his shaft without entering me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned and then he pushed into me and I still wasn’t used to how thick he was, how hard his cock got, the full