I took in a breath and my hands balled into fists at my side.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Colt said. “If you hurt yourself because of me, it would kill me.”
“Then stop pushing me,” I said. “Stop tormenting me, stop teasing me. You’re causing all these things inside of me, Colt, and the only way I know how to handle it, to stop from feeling it, is to cut.”
“Then don’t fight it. Feel it.”
“I can’t. I need to…. I need a release from it.”
His eyes blazed and he reached out and shut the door behind him. He turned the lock, the clicking noise echoing through the room.
“Then let me be your release,” he breathed, and suddenly his body was pressed against mine, turning me around so that my back was up against the door, trapping me.
He took my hands in his, pushed them up over my head and then his mouth collided with mine. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me, and I had that familiar feeling I had whenever he was close to me, the feeling of being pushed over an edge, of losing control of everything, of soaring through the air. My legs went weak as he kissed me, my heart thrumming against my ribs.
His hand slid down the side of my body, his fingers skimming over the side of my breast. He found the bottom of my shirt and slipped his hand up under it, his fingers blazing a searing trail over the small of my back.
His pelvis ground against mine, and I could feel him, hard through the jeans he was wearing, and as his hard dick pushed against my pussy, a tiny little moan escaped my lips.
“You like that, Princess?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” I said, my voice weak with desire.
He grabbed my ass and picked me up off the floor, and I wrapped my legs around him as he took me over to the couch in the corner. He set me down again and then sat down on the couch so that I was standing in front of him.
“God, Princess, you are so fucking sexy,” he said, his eyes raking up my body. “Put your arms up.” I did as he said, and reached up and pulled my shirt off me, tossed it onto the floor and then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down over my hips and off my ankles, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
I’d never been this naked in front of a man before, and my skin prickled with hot goose bumps.
Colt was still sitting on the couch, and he pulled my hips toward him, his tongue sliding down over my belly button, continuing lower and lower until he reached the top of my panties. He tugged them down the tiniest bit so that just the very top of my mound was exposed to him.
“I wanted to fuck you the first second I saw you,” he said, reaching up and unhooking my bra. My breasts spilled from the lacey cups and he pulled me down onto the couch, sucking my nipples into his mouth, mauling me with his hands.He ripped his shirt off and pulled me to him, my nipples brushing against the taut, tan skin of his pecs as he kissed me, the two of us groaning into each other’s mouths. My body was on fire, his mouth and hands stoking the flames hotter and hotter, making me feel as if I was going to explode. His big hands slid down and cupped my ass, drawing me to him before flipping me over in one fluid motion and laying his body on top of mine.
He placed his palm flat on my stomach, then slid it down my body and over the front of my panties.
“You wet for me, baby?” he asked, his dark eyes locked on mine.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps.
“Tell me.”
“I’m wet.”
“Look how wet you are.”
I looked down at myself, naked except for my panties. I could see the dampness on the sheer fabric, so sticky and wet that they clung to my skin, clearly outlining the lips of my pussy.
I felt his finger slip inside of me, and I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure.
“Look at me, baby,” he said. “I want to see your pretty face while I finger you.”
I opened my eyes and fell into his.
He was so beautiful he took my breath away.
Our gazes locked as he pushed another finger inside of me, and I gasped as I felt myself stretch out around him.
“You’re so tight, Princess,” he groaned.
I took in a shuddering breath as he began moving his fingers in and out of me slowly.
He lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing across my collarbone, before taking my tit back into his mouth and sucking on it hungrily, his tongue swirling around the tip of my nipple.
“I bet your pussy tastes so good,” he breathed in my ear, that familiar cocky tone back in his voice.
He pulled his fingers out from between my legs and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them hungrily. “You taste like honey, Princess,” he said. “I’m gonna need another taste.”
My legs immediately pushed together as he moved down my body. He kneeled in front of me on the couch and pushed my legs straight up into the air, then brought his hand down and smacked it against my ass.
I moaned as he grabbed my panties and slid them over my hips, down my thighs, over my knees and off my ankles.
He put his hands on my knees and began to spread my legs apart, but I felt a blush starting in my face and moving down my body, leaving me hot and self-conscious.
“Wait,” I said. “I’m not… No one’s ever…”
Colt grinned wickedly, and then pushed my legs apart slowly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll be gentle. Just relax, baby.”
And then he was down there, his fingers spreading my pussy open as he licked me, down there, on my slit, his tongue sliding up and down in one smooth, controlled motion. I gasped in ecstasy. I had never felt such pleasure before, had never known something could feel so good.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, then gazed up at me. “You taste sweet, baby,” he said, his thumb flicking against my clit. “So fucking sweet.”
And then he was back down there, eating me out, kissing me open mouthed on my bare pussy. I felt my toes curl and I gripped the couch cushion underneath me, twisting the fabric in my hands.
He sucked my clit and licked my pussy, sliding his tongue inside of me, flicking it against me like a hot switch.
Then he started using his fingers again, this time sliding two inside of me without any problem.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I looked down at him, watched his fingers disappearing inside of me, and the sensation of him finger fucking me coupled with watching him do it was almost unbearably intense.
“Colt,” I said, grabbing his hand.
“Yes?” he asked in that teasing little voice of his.
“I think I’m going to…”
“You think you’re going to what, baby?”
“If you keep doing that I think I’m going to come.” The words were foreign on my tongue. I’d never had an orgasm before, but I could feel my body building toward something, the pleasure rocking me to my core.
“Not until I fuck you,” he said. He stood up and began unbuckling his pants and I gazed up at him, marveling at the beauty that was his body, every muscle and tendon defined and edged. And then before I knew it, he was back on top of me, his hard dick poised outside my opening, sliding against me, making me even wetter than I was.
“I wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you,” he said. His forehead was pressed against mine, his big hands on my body, one holding my hip, the other on the back of my neck. “I want to be inside of you baby, I want to feel that little virgin pussy wrapped around my cock.”
I groaned again, loving the feeling of the head of his dick rubbing on me, getting me wet and slick, my juices mixing with his precum.