Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Thank fuck, because I was lyin’ about separatin’ the beds.” He yanked his tee over his head and stripped off his jeans—well, then. Okay. No boxers or anything. I swallowed hard and stared at his cock, this thick, long, beautiful cock that I couldn’t fucking wait to suck.
He stepped into the shower, and I faced him fully, drew him closer, under the spray with me, and slipped a hand up his sculpted back.
He took a breath and one last step, slowly aligning our bodies. Goose bumps rose along my arms, and I appreciated that he wasn’t in any rush either.
Colt ghosted his knuckles up my arm. “For a second, I thought you were under some weird illusion that Tops can’t fuck.”
I let out a low laugh. “No, I just recognize danger when I see it.” Even a blind person would sense the risk here. Colt had the ability to drive me insane, I knew that much. “I can already picture myself cursing you for weeks to come.”
“And then jerk off to the memory of me?”
I grinned and kissed the corner of his mouth. “That would be the infuriating part, yes.”
He hummed and dipped lower, grazing his nose along my jaw. “It ain’t about recognizing danger. It’s about what you do once you know it’s there.”
He didn’t have to spell it out further.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
A tremor ran down my spine, and I cupped his jaw and slid my mouth over his. At the same time, he gripped my hips and pressed our bodies together, and I exhaled a groan into the kiss. I didn’t know what was water from the shower and what was saliva, but a wet kiss that tasted of bourbon shot straight to my list of favorites. The kiss deepened quickly, and the urge to take more roared inside me.
I pushed him up against the wall, eliciting a breathless chuckle from him, and ran my hand up his chest. Chest hair wasn’t usually something I cared about, but on him, it was suddenly mouthwateringly sexy.
“Don’t steal my moves,” he murmured huskily. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re gorgeous.” One of his hands glided down my back and over my ass, where he stopped and kneaded the flesh. “Will you bottom for me?”
I nodded and kissed him hungrily. The need grew stronger and stronger when I thought about him taking me, about him getting violent with me. It’d been so damn long since I’d hurt.
“I’m not a fan of spanking or pain from whatever implements you like to use,” I said, breathing heavily. “But I still want the pain.” I brushed a hand over our cocks, pressing them together. “Don’t go easy on me.”
He cursed and sank his teeth into my bottom lip. “I’ll fuck you without mercy. How’s that sound?”
“Like we’re done showering.” I needed him right now.
Four
Colt fucked like a god.
The pain he gave me every time he punched his cock deep inside me sent sparks of fire up my body and turned the pleasure into a live pulse that held me captive. I had to clutch the headboard with both hands to stay in place, despite his fingers digging into my hips in a tight grip.
“Don’t tease me,” I growled when he slowed down. It wasn’t the first time. He’d push me to the edge, take me back down, push a bit further, then rinse and repeat, and it was getting old. I was frustratingly close, my cock was leaking on the damn sheets, and every muscle in my body was protesting.
“I have to,” he panted, pushing inside too slowly. “I can’t stop fucking you. You feel…so…goddamn…good.” He emphasized each word with a thrust.
“You realize we can fuck more than once, right?” I snapped. My annoyance vanished into thin air when he swiveled his hips, and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “Oh God, right there, Colt. Keep going—fuck me.”
He fucked me. He fucked me deep and hard in long strokes, and I fisted my cock to chase my orgasm again.
“Perfect,” he breathed. “Fuck—perfect.” After a painfully hard thrust, he eased back to sit on his haunches, and he hauled me with him. “Move with me. I wanna see you get off.”
I hissed and sank down on him, feeling him brushing against my prostate. My breathing stuttered, and he caught it. He halted me, only to rub the head of his cock over that sensitive spot. Over and over until my moans had no ends or beginnings. He drove me fucking crazy.
“That’s it. Fuck yourself on me.” He snaked his arms around me, one hand stroking my chest, one hand taking over for me. With a firm grip on my cock, he stroked me closer to my release while his mouth never left my neck and shoulder. “There will definitely be more than once. I’m gonna wake you up with my cock later.”