Page 70 of Colt

Freya backed up slightly until she hit the wall. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, eyes going huge as I approached.

My body hit hers, hand immediately cuffing her throat. “You will be,” I, murmured into her hair, breathing its clean scent.

She let out a tiny whimper. “What are you gonna do?”

My gaze lowered to see her nipples beading tightly, and my cock stiffened. At that moment, I bet if I stroked her tight little pussy it’d be fucking soaked for me. Her chest began to flush red, and I knew my fingers secured around her dainty little throat turned her on. “I’m gonna make you cry pretty for me, Princess.” My hand left her throat and fisted her hair at the base of her neck. “Get on the bed, face down, ass up, and spread your legs wide for me.”

Her pink lips parted in shock, but she nodded and started for the bed. I watched as she put a knee on the mattress and climbed on carefully, with her peachy little ass giving a little wobble.

My hand snaked down to fist my cock, desperate for relief. The sight of Freya’s smooth olive-toned skin was enough to make me wanna nut where I stood, but then she opened her legs and showed me a flash of glistening, pink pussy, and I could’ve howled at the goddamned moon.

She was so fuckin’ exquisite; so fucking mine that the inside of my goddamned throat caught alight every time the thought of leaving her flashed through my mind. It was almost sad how many years I’d been searching for exactly this feeling, and crazy that I’d found it with Freya Stone.

She was mine now, and I’d make it so she’d never forget, just like I wouldn’t.

Approaching the bed, I palmed her ass, squeezing her skin softly before pulling back and swatting it hard. The imprint of my hand bloomed pink across her flesh, and I smiled.

“Do you know how much I love leaving my marks on you?” I asked, bending to grab the bag I’d dropped earlier. I put a knee on the mattress, moving behind her, running a finger through her sopping wet slit until she jumped as if electrified, moaning.

“Sweetest little cunt in the world, Freya,” I muttered, fingers leaving her to rummage in the bag. I pulled out the small, pink, glass butt plug, shaped into a small heart at the end, and a small bottle of lube.

I tapped her ass cheek. “Anythin’ been up here before?”

She whimpered and slowly looked over her shoulder, her pink lips slightly parted. She shook her head. “No.”

My smile was devilish as I squeezed some lube onto the butt plug and held it against her puckered little hole.

She jumped again. “Cold,” she murmured, craning her neck trying to see what I was doing to her ass.

I squeezed more lube onto the smooth, pink glass, covering it completely. Ass play could be good, but care was needed, and I didn’t wanna hurt her... much.

Holding the tiny, pointed end against her little virgin hole, I twisted the plug slightly, easing it past the ring of tight muscle.

Freya moaned, wriggling her ass a little.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, not pushing any further until she’d gotten used to the sensations.

Freya stilled. “Not exactly. It feels weird but not painful.”

I pushed the plug further inside, closely watching her response in case she tried to pull away. The plug was small, perfect for beginners, so it didn’t take long to ease it all inside her until just the glass heart stopper could be seen.

“Does it feel okay, baby?” I asked huskily, eyes glued to the smooth glass glinting in the lamplight. She looked so raw and exposed to me. My cock was hard as iron with pre-cum weeping from the slit, my balls already drawn up, desperate for relief.

“I wish you could see what I see, Freya,” I murmured hoarsely, my hands squeezing the globes of her ass. “You look so fuckin beautiful with your ass high, wearin’ that pretty plug for me. One day I will make you fuck yourself on a dildo, wearing that plug, while you suck my cock. I wanna fill every fuckin’ hole.”

She moaned, her pussy clenching so hard, I could see it contracting.

I slid two fingers inside and fucked her gently with them. Her walls tried to suck me deeper, desperate to be filled up. I looked to the ceiling, eyes closed as I fisted my cock again and held the tip at the notch of her pussy. “Are you sore?” I asked, running a hand from the top of her spine to the bottom.

“Yes,” she moaned, trying to push back onto my dick. “But I don’t care. Please fuck me.”

I gave her ass a light swat. “Wait!”

She cried out but stopped moving.

“This is my cunt, Freya,” I rasped, sliding my cock through her wet folds, taking care not to penetrate, “I decide when. Not you. Now, be a good girl.”

I gritted my teeth; I’d never needed to ram my cock into anyone so much in my life. I looked down, noticing the head, purple and engorged from the rush of blood flowing into it.

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