Heavy Secrets - Elle Aycart Page 0,6
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“Yeah, like this. Full access. Let me make you feel good. Let me enjoy you. I love giving you pleasure. How wet you get for me. How hot. Your nipples are poking my chest with every breath you take. This sack you call a shirt is so loose I could easily sneak my hand in and stroke these mouthwatering tits, pinch and roll the tips. I bet they’re achy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My hand or maybe my mouth on them while I jack you off?”
She shook her head fervently, but her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around him.
He smirked. “Shake your head all you want, baby. I can read you perfectly. Your breath is ragged, your pupils dilated. You’re creaming my hand, bathing it in yummy juices. You’re into this. And you’re clawing the tablecloth,” he whispered, pushing a second digit in, stretching her. “I don’t give a fuck, but someone is bound to notice when the cutlery falls to the floor.”
She lowered her hands, the fingers of one clutching his forearm, the other landing on his junk. He hissed at the sweet pressure, his cock jerking.
“Fuck, baby,” he said against her mouth. “Do you feel how hard I am? This is all for you. Even dressed in a shapeless sheet. One glance at you, one sniff of your scent, and I’m hard. My fingers in your pussy? You panting on my lips? Your hand on my cock? Fucking overkill.”
“Cole, don’t do this to me,” she begged in a pant, her voice but a whisper. “Everyone will notice. I can’t stay still, and I can’t keep quiet.”
“You’ve kept quiet all the time your mother’s been living with us.” Which pissed him off to no end. He loved listening to her when she came.
“I scream in the shower,” she rebuked.
The shower. The only place nowadays he was allowed to fuck her outside their bedroom. Another thing he hated. “In case you’re missing it, you’re riding my hand. Your pussy is sucking me in like a greedy mouth. You don’t really want me to stop. I’m dying to strip you naked and fuck this sweet body you work so foolishly hard to conceal. Can’t wait to get you home, baby. Have you splayed for my perusal, this sweet pussy dripping wet, puffy and red and ready for whatever I want to do with it, your ass too. My hand fisting your hair, my cock deep inside you. How loud do you reckon I can make you scream?”
Christy was trembling and panting on his lips, grabbing the arm he was using to jack her off. It wasn’t clear whether she was trying to still it or asking for more—the latter, probably, if the need tightening her expression was anything to go by—when, from the corner of his eye, Cole noticed someone approaching them.
“Yo, my man. Christy.”
Tim.
Christy jerked, closing her legs so damn fast she trapped his hand in her. Not that he would have removed it anyway.
Cole lowered his gaze, ensuring nothing was visible over the tablecloth, and then turned to the kid. “Hi, Tim.”
“What’s up?”
Him, for starters. Painfully so.
Christy was rigid. He was certain she would have tried to squirm away, but he was too deep inside her and her pussy was contracting too hard for her to move. “Making out with my girl after supper.”
“All good?” the kid asked.
Cole grinned and slowly turned to her. “All good, Christy?”
She looked so panicky, and increasing the pressure against her clit didn’t improve matters. “Yes,” she gasped. “All good.”
“I see you enjoyed sinking your teeth in the pie,” Tim said, gesturing at the dessert on the table.
Not his teeth, no. And not in the pie Tim was referring to. “Something like that.”
Christy’s core was tightening around him, already spasming, while an almost soundless whimper escaped her throat.
“Tim!” someone called from the kitchen.
“Coming,” Tim said and, waving at them, walked away.
“No, not yet,” Cole whispered against her lips, hooking his fingers inside her to caress her G-spot while rubbing at her clit with his thumb. “But soon, right?”
She was so close, he could feel it. He knew her body perfectly, all the tells. How she looked when she was giving in to pleasure. How her breath hitched. How she tensed and opened her eyes wide, pleading.
She pressed her hand harder against his cock, palming him through the denim. “Don’t…stop.”
His erection grew even bigger. Fuck, he loved this woman so much. Even totally out of her comfort zone and with Cole bossing