Page 119 of Colt

“I do like it,” I cried, meeting his hard thrusts even though my movement was limited. “I love it.” I clenched my walls around him, trying to show how much I adored him inside me.

“Fuck yeah. I know you love it.” He grabbed my legs again and pulled them together as he bent them at the knees, pushing them up to my chest while his cock thrust into me over and over. The angle made me so tight it almost hurt to take him so deep and rough. The clenching sensation in my core went into overdrive, almost like I was trying to pull his cock deep inside me where he belonged. My pussy felt so heated and so savagely used that it throbbed around his length.

I moaned again, the pleasure intensifying as his thrusts became harder, deeper, and slowly, more erratic. “Love this pussy, Freya. It’s mine and I’m gonna train it so it doesn’t work for anyone but me. See how it grips my cock like God created it for me to use as I see fit?”

My eyes rolled into the back of his head and my thighs began to shake with my incoming climax. Nobody had ever talked so dirty to me before. I never realized how deliciously erotic it could be.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I begged, my ass bouncing on the hood as he held my knees up and pushed them further into my chest, snarling every time he ground into me.

“Fuck, gonna come. Get ready, you’re gonna take it harder.” Suddenly, he released my legs, tipped them all the way back and rutted into me, rooting as deep as humanly possible while simultaneously pressing down hard on my clit with his thumb. “Come on my cock. Now!”

With a scream, I went off like a firework, literally, because lights flashed behind my eyes. My head writhed from side to side as every nerve ending set alight with my orgasm. I whimpered with pleasure as my body arched from the hood until I felt like I was levitating.

Colt’s loud grunt, and the swelling of his cock indicated he was there and his cum warmed my insides as he bathed my core with his seed. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted, throwing his head back as his orgasm hit him. His face contorted with pleasure as he released everything he had inside me. “My fuckin’ woman,” he gritted out, giving my ass a light swat as he emptied himself into me. “Mine!”

Colt’s hips continued pumping until eventually they began to circle and slow. His hard grunts turned into a long, satisfied hum and he opened his languid eyes to meet mine and grinned wide.

It was funny how I lay flat on my back on the cold, hard metal hood of my car with my pussy exposed to the icy cold elements, but deep down, I’d never felt warmer in my life.

My hand reached up for his cheek. I still ached for him, still yearned for him to be inside me even after what we’d just done. I had so much fulfillment, so much contentment in my life except when it came to Colt. Sure, he’d filled me with love, but I’d always wanted more.

Years of being deprived of him had made me so hungry that I knew I could never be sated.

Colt leaned down and covered my body with his from chest to hip, caught my lips with his and murmured. “Consider us back together, Freya.”

Laughter bubbled up my throat. “You’re fucking crazy!” I yelled happily.

“Only for you, baby.” He leaned down and kissed me gently again. “Only ever for you.” His eyes darted between mine. “You okay? Did I go too hard?”

My eyes held his. “I never imagined it could be like that.”

He nuzzled his nose with mine. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, my innocent little sexpot.” He pulled up slightly to look into my eyes. “Your car was sliding over the road. Please come home. Don’t drive to Denver until the ice clears.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I’ll let you watch while I warn O’Shea off ya for good, fuck with his phone, and wreck his credit history.”

“You’re so romantic,” I teased gently. “Caveman.”

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he told me, eyes softening. “Nothing affects me, ever, but you send me outta my goddamned mind. Had a goddamned meet with the O’Shea’s; Donovan asked Bowie to put a word in with your dad so he could take you out. It sent me loco.”

My mouth dropped open. “Oh my God.”

His lips contorted angrily. “Is he who you want?”

Acid burned my stomach at the notion of anyone touching my skin but Colt. “No,” I said vehemently. “How could I want anything but this?” I pressed my hand against his chest.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered against my lips.

I nodded, unable to speak through the emotion clogging my throat.

“Say the words, Freya. I need the words.”

“I’m yours,” I said huskily.

His hand framed my face. “And I’m yours.”

After a beat, he gently moved away, pulling out of me, as he did so. “Exploded harder than a fuckin’ asteroid hitting Earth, baby.” His hands reached for my panties, and he gently pulled them down my legs and off. “These sexy little fuckers are hot,” He muttered, using the panties to clean our mixed cum from my thighs and pussy in soft sweeps, before balling them in his hands and pocketing them with a smirk.

“Hey!” I griped. “All the sexy underwear I own, and you take that plain white pair.”

He reached out a hand, pulling me up and settling me back on my feet. “Gonna keep ‘em to jerk off with when I can’t get a hold’a you, ‘cause after that scene I’m feelin’ as horny as a fourteen-year-old boy. That shit’s in my spank bank now.” He tagged my neck and pulled me into his body. “Love you, Freya. I know I’m wobbling and I’m sorry, but you gotta stick by my side and let me work through it. I know I’m bein’ an asshole, but the guilt got on top of me.”

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