slips past my lips and I cover his hand which is resting on my waist and guide it to my breast. He squeezes hard as he walks us forward and bends me over the bed. Colt pushes my skirt up my hips and slides a rough hand over my ass. He rears back and spanks me, hard and startling, as if I’m a naughty girl whom he has reached the end of his patience with. I gasp and he slides a hand over the seam of my pussy, shoving my panties aside and driving two fingers into me so hard I pitch forward. Colt snaps my thin lace panties at the side seam, and they slip down my legs to pool on the floor. He grabs my ankles and I widen my legs to give him better access. He sinks to his knees on the floor and presses a kiss to my pussy. I inhale sharply but it quickly turns to a moan as he separates me with his thumbs and licks at my honey, sliding his tongue deep inside me. He buries his face in me, licking and sucking, devouring me the way no other man ever has.
I reach behind me and sink my fingers through his hair, making sure he doesn’t go nowhere, but this is Colt we’re talking about, and he’s never satisfied unless I am.
Something about that forces me to grip tighter, move faster against his mouth, and my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. “Colt!”
I collapse face-first into the bed and he leaves me, but a moment later his warm hands are coaxing my hips up off the mattress and he plunges inside. The movement is so hard and so hot that a shocked cry leaves my mouth and all of the breath rushes from my lungs.
“Wait, wait,” I whisper as he drives in faster.
“You wanna talk now, Lemonade, or you want me to fuck you so hard you see stars?”
“Oh,” I cry. “I want you to fuck me, but condom?”
“Yeah, despite what everyone in this town thinks, I ain’t stupid.”
“No one thinks you’re … oh, God.”
He pulls out and a whimper tumbles from my mouth. Colt chuckles as he turns me onto my back and climbs on the mattress. Holding my wrists above my head with one hand, he dips his hips between my legs and his cock butts up against my pubic bone. He grinds against me, teasing my clit with the thick head. He guides himself inside me, and I’m struck with familiarity, and the headiness of it all.
Colton Hayes is inside me and he hasn’t kissed my lips in twelve years.
It’s all I want, in this moment, with this man—I need him to kiss me. I need to feel as close to him as I possibly can. I lean up and try to close this distance between his mouth and mine. A slow smile plays on Colt’s lips, and for a beat I think he’s not willing to kiss me, that it’s a different level of intimacy that he doesn’t want. But then his eyes hood and he moves a fraction of an inch closer, teasing my bottom lip with his tongue. Electricity bolts through me, from my lips to my clit, creating tiny showers of sparks inside me everywhere his body touches mine. Colt’s tongue drives deep into my mouth, as deep as his thrusts, and I don’t want this feeling to ever go away. He grips my wrists, lowering the rest of his weight on top of me. I wrap my legs around his hips, using my heels to drive him deeper. Heat builds in my core, spreading to each delicious nerve ending as I clamp around him, and he fucks me so hard I really do see stars.
“Who fucks you like no one else?”
“You,” I say breathlessly. But he’s never fucked me like this before. This is a whole new Colt, and as he slows his pace, coaxing more pleasure from me despite the fact that I just came, jealousy spears me right through the heart. Has he taken other women this rough? Or is it only me who brings out this anger and passion in him? “Only you.”
“All this time and that pussy still comes for me. Did you think of me when you fucked your fiancé? Did you see my face when he ate your pussy? Did you imagine it was my back you sunk your nails into?”
“Yes,” I pant.
Colt’s hands work me faster. “Did he