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Colton whispered into Kady’s ear and met her gaze in the bathroom mirror. “Tell me you want me inside you, Kady. Tell me you want me so deep I might never find my way back out again.”
She leaned her cheek against his. “I do, Colton. I want you inside me. I want you everywhere.” Maybe it was wishful thinking, but the look on her beautiful face told him her answer was bigger than just this moment.
And it was all he needed to hear. Holding her arms behind her back, Colton bent his knees, tilted his hips, and slid his cock into her tight, wet heat. “Fuck, you are so small. Don’t let me hurt you,” he growled.
“You won’t.” She moaned and bore down on him, taking him in deeper.
Colton wanted to hold back, to resist, but she was too damn hot and wet and good. And his need for her could only be denied so long. He bottomed out inside her, his balls settling against her sensitive flesh. “That’s a good girl, taking all of my cock.” He bit down on the soft tendon that ran between her neck and her shoulder.
“Oh, God. Please, please move.” Molten green eyes pleaded with him in the mirror. Her hips wiggled and tried to make him.
“Careful what you wish for. Now, brace your arms on the counter.”
Kady moved like her life depended on it, and her urgent need escalated his.
Grasping her hips, he slowly withdrew almost all the way to the tip, but then he snapped his hips and drove back in, shoving her whole body forward. More of those slow-then-hard, punctuated thrusts followed, knocking a moan out of her every time.
It was all the adjustment he could allow her before the heat in his head and his chest and his gut demanded total abandon. Colton grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast. Her rhythmic moans turned constant at the harsh pace. Wanting her absolutely wild, he angled his thrusts to hit her G-spot. Now that he knew she was capable of coming so forcefully, he wanted her doing it on him every damn time.
With his other hand, he reached around and pinched and rolled her nipple. And then he wrenched her up into an almost-standing position, one hand across her breasts, the other dragging down to find her clit. He circled his fingers there and she screamed.
Her orgasm fisted at his cock and her slick wetness coated him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he roared, fighting back his own release. He wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot. “I want you under me,” he said as he pulled out and kicked his pants off the rest of the way. He turned her around, then he lifted her into a fireman’s carry over his shoulder.
She let out an indignant cry and beat at his back. “Put me down!”
Colton chuckled and swatted her on the ass. Kady screamed and laughed as he threw her onto the bed and crawled up over her, his hips and legs pinning hers, his hands manacles around her wrists. “You’re mine.” He grasped his cock, forced her thighs apart, and slid home again. “This body. This pussy. Mine.”
“Yes, yes,” she said, her mouth dropping open and her eyes closing.
“Tell me, Kady. Mean it.” Holding her wrists, he fucked her in an alternating pattern of fast and shallow and slow and deep.
“I’m yours, Colton. Make me yours.” She lifted her head, seeking a kiss, and he was only too happy to give her what she wanted. It was rough and possessive and fucking delicious.
He pushed her arms up straight above her head and held her there, completely trapped beneath him. Damn, this was where he wanted her to stay forever.
“Oh my God,” she moaned when he really started to move, making sure to grind against her clit with every thrust. Sex filled the air, their scent, the wet sound of their fucking, the slap of skin on skin, and harsh, panting breaths.
Slamming his hips down on hers, he knew he was probably going to bruise her with his hip bones, and he fucking loved the idea that she’d wear him on her skin, too. That days later, she’d see the evidence of their lovemaking and think of him.
Lovemaking. Was that were they were doing? You really have to ask that, Colton? No. Not really.
And that realization shoved him hard toward his orgasm. He released her arms and curled his hands around the top of her head, giving him leverage to drive into her hard and fast. Her arms came around him, gripping and clawing and holding him. Damn, how he hoped she marked him, too.
Hunching himself around her, Colton kissed her with his eyes wide open. “You’re going to make me come. Where do you want it?”
“Inside. Don’t leave me.”
The words kicked him in the spine and had him driving into her. In a fast motion, he lifted one of her legs, opening her up so he could go deeper. One arm holding her leg, he braced his weight on the other again her collarbone.
“Here it comes,” he rasped, feeling her swallow beneath his hand.
On his second thrust, Kady came. Her face crumpled in pleasure and her pussy went painfully tight and maddeningly wet around his cock.
Colton’s orgasm plowed through him and he jerked and poured himself inside her. “Fuck, Kady,” he growled, moving helplessly through the almost-violent release.
The minute it was over, the haze of aggression fled from Colton’s mind. It was always that way, as if a pressure valve had been opened and drained. Until next time.
“Strip for him.” Tucker’s head jerked in Colt’s direction.
Laci turned toward Colt, her heart beating hard in her chest. She’d imagined getting naked for him, but doing it in front of Tucker heightened her senses. Her gaze locked with Colt’s and she tried to focus on him, but part of her was still keenly aware of Tucker’s stare behind her.
Laci kicked off her sandals first and then scooted them out of her way with her foot. Then she reached for the hem of her shirt. Colt’s gaze followed her hands as she lifted the shirt up, revealing her midriff. She kept watching him as she slowly raised her hands higher. His breathing grew faster when the shirt cleared her bare breasts. She momentarily lost sight of him as she raised the shirt over her head. Laci let the shirt fall to the floor, but Colt’s gaze didn’t follow it. Instead, his stare seemed to be firmly glued to her breasts, and she saw a slight tremble shake his body. She almost grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on him. Tucker had been right. Being a sub meant power.
She ratcheted up the torture he was obviously experiencing when her fingers moved to the clasp on her shorts. Colt’s tongue shot out and ran across his lips as she unzipped them. When she slid them over her hips and down her legs, she was rewarded with Colt’s sharp intake of breath. She kicked the shorts off and then stood before him, both of them almost panting with desire and anticipation. She stood bared before him and waited anxiously for Tucker’s next order.
“Good girl.” Laci’s heart swelled at Tucker’s praise. “Now suck him.”
Laci’s breath caught in her throat, and she locked gazes with Tucker, his eyes as wide with anticipation as hers must have been. She moved toward him and then dropped to her knees, her whole body tingling with pent-up desire. Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans, but she finally got them unfastened. She’d never performed oral sex in front of an observer, and knowing Tucker watched increased the heat coursing through her veins.
As she tugged on Colt’s jeans and pulled them down over his hips, his cock sprang from the confining denim, erect and ready for her. She pushed his jeans to his knees and then ran her fingers over his exposed flesh, reveling in the contrast of the velvety softness of the skin over the hardness of his stiff cock. He sucked in a sharp breath at her touch. She grinned, knowing she would draw much more out of him soon enough.
Heat surged under her fingers as she wrapped them around his shaft. A shiny drop of fluid hung on his engorged head, and she swiped her tongue across it. Colt’s low groan sounded like a purr to her ears. The musky and salty taste of him sent a spasm through her pussy and made her want more. She pulled him into her mouth and closed her lips around his cock, her hand settling at its base.
His low groan turned to an agonized growl as she sucked and licked his swollen head, teasing it and pressing her tongue into his most sensitive spots. She tightened her fingers around him and stroked in time to the ministrations of her lips and tongue. His fingers entwined in her hair and he pushed himself further into her mouth, until she felt him at the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat and took all of him. Her free hand wrapped around his hip and grasped his ass, her fingers digging into his hard flesh.
The sound of ice cubes clattering into a glass behind her reminded her that Tucker was watching.
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