Page 56 of Heartless Devil

“And what’s going on between us?” I ask, glancing over in her direction.

She rolls her eyes. “The fucking, the flirting, all of it,” she says, fed up with my shit.

“She especially wouldn’t like it if she knew you’d been begging for it,” I say, smirking.

“Fuck you, Cole,” she says.

I love it when she tells me off, the dirty words do something to me when they come from her beautiful mouth.

I slide behind her, tracing my fingers against her thighs.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, pain lacing her voice.

“Enjoying the view,” I say, inching my fingers higher, until they run up under her dress.

“Cole,” she warns.

“Relax, princess,” I say, leaning closer to whisper in her ear.

“We’re standing out in the open, in the middle of the beach,” she says.

“So?”

I move my hand to the front of her body, slipping my fingers below her panties, and her body arches against mine.

I dip one finger, then two, into her pussy, moving them in and out. Her breathing gets heavy, and my dick hardens against her back.

“You like that?” I ask, flicking my tongue out against her earlobe.

“Cole. We can’t do this.” She pants.

“Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body is saying something else,” I say, quickening the speed of my fingers.

“Fuck,” she cries, her head rolling back against my chest.

I pull my fingers out of her panties, turn her around to face me, and slip them between my lips.

“You taste so good, baby,” I say, watching her chest heave up and down.

Grabbing her hand, I lead her out onto a dock at the end of the beach. It’s pretty far from our beach house, but you can still see it in the distance.

“Sit down and spread your legs,” I demand.

“Excuse me?” she says.

“I said, sit down and spread your legs.”

I watch her pull her bottom lip between her teeth before she does as she’s told. She looks like a fucking goddess, sitting on the dock, legs spread, hair blowing wildly in the wind.

“Take off your panties,” I tell her.

I watch her pull her panties off, tossing them onto the dock next to her, leaning back on her elbows, her eyes never leaving me.

I lay down on the dock, eye level with her pussy, not giving a fuck what this must look like from a distance.

“What are you doing?” she asks, breathing rapidly.

I don’t bother with a reply, and instead, I bury my face in her pussy, pressing my tongue to her bud before sucking and licking her most sensitive spot.