Chapter 4
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Once Cole has parked, he walks over to my side of the car door and picks me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around him as he carries me into his house.
He carries me straight to the kitchen and places me down on the cool marble counter, leaning down until his face is hovering just inches away from mine.
“You’re mine,” he says. He swallows my soft pout, completely covering my small mouth. He kisses me passionately, parting my lips with his tongue and exploring my mouth like it’s uncharted territory.
He gently bites my lip and then bends to kiss the nape of my neck.
“f**k,” I murmur, “That feels good.”
He pushes my panties to the side and slips a finger in.
“I love how wet you are for me,” he says, pumping my hole. “It was so hot when you came all over my fingers, quivering and trembling.”
The memory brings back a wave of lust and desire, and my breath hitches. I barely manage to squeak out my request. “More,” I pant, as he pumps my hole with two fingers.
“More what?” Cole asks, smirking.
I grit my teeth, “f**k you. You know what I meant.”
His grin widens, “I love it when you’re feisty.”
His thick arms wrap around my trim waist and I cling to him.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer me, instead places me down on a low wooden dining room table. I feel the cool wood press up against the backs of my shoulder blades as I crane my neck and peer up at him.
“Stay there,” he says as he undoes his pants. I watch as he lowers his briefs and steps towards me.
I swallow as I take in his c**k. He must have noticed the shocked look on my face because he smiles.
“Like what you see, baby?”
I’m too stunned to give him a sassy remark, so I just nod as my eyes drink in his thick c**k. He leans down and lightly rubs my n*****s through my shirt. I’m not wearing a bra, so my n*****s stiffen at his touch.
“No bra,” he murmurs, “I like that.” He starts to slowly rub my n*****s through my shirt, and a pang of pleasure travels to my cunt. I push my chest up in the air, begging him to touch me more.
“Is there something you want, baby? Use your words.”
Indignation sweeps over me.
“Nope,” I say.
“We’ll see about that.”
He suddenly grabs my shirt and rips it straight down the middle.
Holy s**t.
I don’t know if I should be mad or impressed.
Cole grabs my n*****s—one in each hand—and twists sharply. Pleasure courses through my body and I arch my back, thrusting my chest towards him. “I’ll buy you ten more shirts,” he says, tightening his grip. I start panting as he squeezes tighter, “And then I’ll rip nine more of them off your hot little body.”
He lets go of my n*****s and I feel the air rush out of my lungs. Blood rushes back to my t**s, pain and pleasure bombarding me. Cole pushes my black thong to the side and sticks two fingers in my wet cunt. I moan, throwing my head back. It’s too hard to fight him any longer. To resist what I desperately want.
Cole takes the tip of his c**k and slowly begins to run it up and down the lengths of my folds, teasing me.
“Are you ready to beg, Jacqueline?” he asks.
I purse my lips. I still can’t get the words out of my mouth.
Anticipation mounts in my p***y with every teasing second. Cole softly presses his thumb down on my button, and suddenly I know it’s game over. Blood rushes to my puffy cunt, and the heat between my legs becomes an inferno.
Fuck it. f**k holding back. f**k being quiet. And f**k denying myself what I really want.
“Please f**k me,” I whisper.
“What was that? Cole asks, smirking.
I take a deep breath and let my last barrier fall.
“I said, please… f**k me!” The words rip out of me, shameless and broken, louder than I mean them to be. My chest heaves, every nerve sparking with need, and for a heartbeat he just watches me, lips curling in that maddening smile. Then Cole drives into me. Hard.
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