Page 69 of My Last Fling
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” I moan as waves of pleasure roll through me. “Fuck!”
I grind myself against his face, the intensity of my orgasm shocking me as it slams through me. Cole keeps up his attention on my clit, holding me against him until I beg him to stop. I’m shocked by how hard I just came, but holy shit, it was hot. Cole slides out from under me, but I’m too dazed to understand his intentions until he’s on his knees behind me gripping my hips.
“Hold on tight,” he says.
It’s the only warning I get before I feel his hard cock at my entrance. He pushes into me hard and fast before I’m fully recovered from my devastating orgasm. I spasm against his length, gripping it as he fills me. He feels so fuckinggood. I feel every inch of him as he slides out and then back in.
“Shit,” he mutters, holding himself still while he’s buried deep inside me.
“What?” I ask, looking back at him.
His jaw is clenched tightly and it’s obvious he’s barely holding onto his control. “No condom,” he says through gritted teeth. “No wonder you feel so fucking good.”
His hips flex the tiniest bit and my eyes roll shut at the pleasure it sends through me. Fuck. Cole’s inside me with no barrier. We’ve always used condoms. For that matter, I’ve always used them with any partner I’ve had. It’s one of the rules I’ve never broken with anyone. I should make him stop and get one. It’s the smart thing to do. But I don’t want to stop. I love the feeling of him inside me with nothing between us. Skin to skin. Flesh to flesh. It’s intimate and sexy and I don’t want to break that connection.
“I’m on birth control,” I whisper.
Cole’s gaze shoots to mine and I feel his fingers grip my hips just a little tighter. “I’ve only been with you since we met. And I got tested after that first night.”
“So did I,” I manage as I roll my hips against him. Fuck, that feels good.
“Layna,” he whispers, needing to hear me say the words.
“Don’t stop,” I say.
I try to make it sound like a command, but I’m close to begging. I need this. I need him.
“Fuck me, Cole.”
As if my words were the permission he needed to continue, Cole pulls back before plunging back in, filling me over and over with his hard length. The knowledge that there’s nothing between us shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, but it’s all I can think about as he moves inside me. He keeps up a punishing pace, thrusting in and out until our bodies make lewd slapping sounds as they come together. I grip the headboard like a lifeline as Cole pounds into my body.
He delivers a stinging slap to my ass that makes me cry out. The mix of pleasure from his fucking me and the sharp sting of the slap make me even wetter. I can hear the sloppy sounds our bodies are making. It should make me self-conscious, but it just turns me on more.
“That’s it baby,” he says through clenched teeth. “Look at you. So fucking dirty. So wet. On your knees for me. Getting filled up by this cock. You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say on a moan, surprised I’m coherent enough to speak at all.
“I know you do,” he says. “You like to be bad.”
He slaps my ass again, this time on the other cheek and I moan. I shouldn’t like it so much, but the truth is, I love it when he’s rough with me. And he knows that.
“Look at this ass,” he says, pulling me hard against him with every thrust. “Bouncing back against me while I fuck your pretty cunt. So fucking sexy.”
Another slap to my ass is all it takes to send me flying over the edge.
“I’m coming!” I shout, feeling my pussy spasm around him.
Cole doesn’t slow his movements as I come. He keeps thrusting, filling me with his cock again and again while I moan incoherently.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grits out as his movements slow just a little. “Coming on my cock like a good girl. Squeezing me so tight. Your pussy was made for my cock.”
His filthy words have always shocked me and turned me on. Tonight, they send me flying on a second, smaller wave of pleasure and I moan his name. He slows even more, sliding in and out at a glacial pace as I come down from my earth-shattering orgasms. I can feel my arms shaking, ready to give out when Cole eases out of me and flips me onto my back before immediately filling me again.
It’s a new angle and I can see his intense gaze now. He captures my mouth with his as he begins to move again. This feels more intimate than before and part of me wants to close my eyes to hide from it. But I can’t seem to look away from Cole’s face. There’s a look of intense concentration, but there’s something else there that I can’t define. My hands grip his arms where he’s braced above me. It’s as if touching him grounds me and helps me feel tethered to my body.
His movements are slow and purposeful as he slides in and out of me. This isn’t like before. Before, he was focused solely on making me come with his body and his filthy words. Even the slaps on my ass had been as much for me as for him. But this? Now? This is something different. This is more intense and focused, and I’m so completely caught up in this moment.
“Layna.”