Page 74 of Colt

There was no doubt I had strong feelings for her that would only grow over time, but was it love? If I was honest with myself, then yeah, it probably was, but soon we’d be back in Wyoming, and in six months, I’d be gone.

I wasn’t a stranger to heartbreak. I’d had a fiancé who’d fucked me over and a father who reveled in the destruction he’d caused. The reasons I left New York had stained my soul. The day I walked, my chest felt like it’d been skewered with a pitchfork, but I got over the betrayal by enlisting and learning to compartmentalize.

I’d always been what Prez called a lone wolf, but somehow, I’d gotten used to being around my pack, which was a testament to them. They were the best of people. What I felt for the club couldn’t be put in a box and locked away. They were part of me now, but I’d have to leave them soon, which was the reason I’d shied away from saying it back to her.

Good old self-preservation.

A noise sounded from the hallway, and my fingers twitched.

I looked up to see Freya illuminated in the doorway, and my cock thickened. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling for hours. I was worried.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Our eyes locked, mine hardening as they bored into hers.

“Don’t do it again,” I said, tone firm. “Go in the bedroom. There’s a bag on the bed. Put it all on and come straight back to me.”

Her eyebrows pulled together, but instead of challenging me, she nodded, turned, and disappeared.

My cock was already half hard at the thought of what was in the bag and what it would look like on Freya, so minutes later, when she appeared at the doorway again dressed in a black, sheer bra and lace topped thigh highs, I hardened to steel.

“I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you,” I said, voice thick with desire as my eyes raked down her body. “You’re no Princess, Freya Stone. You’re a queen.”

A smile curved her lips.

“Now, be a good girl and get on your knees.”

Confusion flashed behind her eyes, and she hesitated briefly before sinking into the rug.

“Crawl to me,” I ordered, tone low and rasping.

Freya lifted her gaze to meet mine head-on. She didn’t cower, but why should she? Even half naked and on her knees, she held all the power.

My girl began to move, eyes never leaving mine as she crawled seductively toward me, her heart-shaped ass in the air. Freya looked fucking magnificent. Her skin gleamed in the moonlight streaming through the window. Her hair fell like a mane around her face and shoulders, making her look almost otherworldly.

She kept crawling, gaze holding mine until she knelt before me.

I leaned forward and ran my thumb over her pouty pink lips. “Have you ever taken a cock in your mouth?”

Her eyes clouded over, and she shook her head.

My dick kicked hard. “Do you wanna take mine?”

Freya nodded. “Yes.”

Leaning back, I slid down the chair, eyes never leaving hers. “Take it out, Princess.”

Her hands came to my crotch, delicate fingers unbuttoning my fly before I lifted my ass to help her pull my jeans down my thighs.

My cock sprang free, rigid, and thick. I grabbed it, fisting the base. “Take the tip in your mouth and suck it gently.”

She eyed it, licking her lips, almost making me moan at the sight of her little pink tongue wetting her mouth. She leaned forward, took the tip, and sucked lightly, her soulful, golden eyes rising to meet mine.

My spine tingled at the sight before me. I’d never seen anything as pretty as Freya Stone sucking the head of my cock. Her mouth felt warm and wet, and my balls tightened at the sensations she evoked. Knowing my cock was the first one in her mouth made the moment all the more erotic.

“Wrap your hand around the base and squeeze,” I rasped. “Then, go lower and take more of me.”

Freya obeyed, her hand moving from my thighs to brush against my balls to hold the bottom. She straightened her back and lowered her head until her mouth butted against her fist. She moaned on my cock; the vibrations making my hips buck upwards.

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