Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I sat at the bar, sipping on my beer as I watched Cole make out with some random girl. He had her pinned against the wall, and if they took it any further, he'd be fucking her. Though, unlike a lot of the other men here, I'd never seen Cole have sex in the middle of the club house. He always took his affairs to his bedroom. He had that much decency, at least.
Cole pulled his lips away from the blonde and turned his head, his eyes meeting mine. He'd obviously sensed that he was being watched. Cole could sense someone watching him like a sixth sense. It was what made him such a great vice and would make him an even better president.
I lifted my beer up at him in greeting, and he walked away from the blonde, coming over to me. Fuck, he looked so damn good. He was wearing dark jeans, white high tops, a white t-shirt under his cut. All I wanted to do at that moment was strip all his clothes off of him and beg him to fuck me.
He placed a hand on either side of me on the bar and leaned into me, making my breath hitch in my throat. He was so close that I could smell the beer and mint on his breath. His eyes were intense when they met mine, showing me just how much he wanted me right then. "You want some of that action, baby?" he asked huskily, running his eyes over me.
I gripped the front of his shirt. If he was offering, I wasn't going to turn him down. That would be stupid of me considering how badly I wanted him at that moment.
I yanked his face down to mine, our lips aggressively crashing together. He groaned, taking control of the kiss almost instantly. His arm wrapped around me tightly, crushing my body against his. I moaned into his mouth.
Fuck, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would feel like naked.
His other hand slipped into my hair, and he tugged on the strands a bit, pulling another moan from me. "Fuck," he muttered, pulling back from my lips, his hand leaving my hair. "Bedroom."
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me off my stool. I winced as pain shot through my shoulder from his tugging. I didn’t voice my pain though. Pain was weakness, and I wouldn’t allow Colton to see me weak.
When we entered his bedroom, he closed the door behind us and instantly lifted me up against it. My breath caught in my throat at the blazing need in his eyes. He wasted no time in yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere on his bedroom floor.
I winced in pain when my arm was jerked up. Fuck, I wanted Cole bad, but if my shoulder kept giving me issues, we were going to have to stop.
My bra was the next item to go. Then, his lips wrapped around my nipple, and I cried out, throwing my head back against his bedroom door, barely registering the pain that shot through my skull. I laced my fingers in Cole’s hair and tightened my legs around his waist. "Cole," I moaned out, his name breathless as it spilled from my lips.
Jesus Christ, I was going to come just from his mouth on my tit.
"Say my name, baby,” he rasped, his voice vibrating against my chest, sending delicious ripples of pleasure straight down to my core. “I love it when you moan my name."
"Tease me some other time," I muttered, pulling his face up to mine. "I want you inside of me."
He groaned and slid me down his body, so my feet touched the floor again. I watched as he yanked his shirt over his head. I licked my lips, watching his eyes darken as they focused on the movement of my tongue across my lips.
Cole shirtless was a fucking masterpiece to behold. He was all hard, sculpted muscles with an eight-pack that led down to a ‘V’, which disappeared into his low-riding jeans. Tattoos swirled all over his skin, disappearing onto his back where I knew the tattoo of the Bloody Royals emblem was.
I proceeded to pull the rest of my clothes off. Once I was completely naked, he lifted me up and slammed into me, causing me to slam into the door roughly.
I didn't care how rough he was being. I wanted him so badly that I was willing to deal with the pain that he caused me. He was a fucking sex god. I knew after this time with me, he wouldn’t be able to walk away from me again. I would make sure of it.
His fingers dug into my hips as he powerfully thrust in and out of my cunt. I was a whimpering, moaning mess. "Fuck, Amelia, you feel so perfect wrapped around me," he groaned, his breathing harsh as he buried his face in my neck, still thrusting into me with an almost bruising force.