Page 76 of Colt

I stood slowly from the chair, easing my jeans back up my ass. “Walk to the bedroom,” I ordered.

She turned and began to glide through the room, shooting a smile at me over her shoulder.

My eyes fell to her naked ass. It was tight, high, and round, a perfect peach. My cock jerked at its slight wobble as she strutted into her room and I wondered if she’d let me take her there.

Introducing her to a butt plug was one thing, but my dick would be a whole difference experience. I’d make it good for her, I wasn’t really into anal, but Freya’s magnificent ass made me second-guess everything.

Catching her fingers, I turned her to face me, tugging her body into mine. My hand cupped her cheek, angling her face upward and lightly touching my mouth to hers.

Freya’s lashes fluttered, and she pressed her body into mine, swaying gently as her arms went around my neck.

I lowered my face and took her mouth, firmer than before. My lips parted hers, and I slid my tongue inside to tangle with hers.

Freya groaned at the feel of my hands skating down to cup her breasts in my palms, kneading them softly.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” I murmured against her lips.

She whimpered inside my mouth, her skin breaking out in goose bumps in reaction to the way the pads of my thumbs swept over her nipples, still encased in the black lace.

Reaching behind her, I unclipped her bra, tracing my fingertips up and down her spine, making her body tremor. My lips traveled from her mouth to her flaming cheeks before leaving open-mouthed kisses down her neck. I marveled at the taste of her satin-soft skin that held a hint of Chanel, my new favorite addiction.

“Mine,” I whispered, cock aching so hard, I almost went dizzy.

Freya pulled back slightly, eyes shining like gold dust. “Always.” She shrugged the bra I’d just unclipped down her arms and let it fall to the floor, her gaze never leaving my face.

My hand went to her breastplate and shoved, watching as she fell back on the bed before putting one knee on it and crawling over her. “Do you want me?” I demanded.

“Yes.” She leaned up and took my mouth hard.

I pulled back, allowing my eyes to travel down her perfect little body, taking in the curve of her breasts, swollen with need. They lowered to the concave of her smooth stomach, created to carry my babies, and the lacy tops of her thigh highs.

My cock swelled, burgeoning at the sight of my woman, and I wondered how I’d ever ignored the beauty I held in my hands. Leaving our bubble would be hard.

We still had the here and now though; we had this week, and I’d store every second of us away in my mind for later when I’d be half a man without her.

Freya’s hand cupped my cheek. “Hey. You okay?”

I nodded my reply, pushing all the bad shit away. My princess deserved for me to be present.

Relaxing my knees, I dropped onto her body and stretched over her. My hands went to her face, and I nuzzled her nose. “Gonna fuck you hard,” I rasped. “Gonna pound into your cunt until you beg me to stop.”

She smiled, and I kissed her lips gently, using my knee to open her legs wider and wriggling my hips into place. Reaching down, I grabbed my dick, holding the tip at the notch of her pussy, and drove inside.

The pleasure was so intense my eyes rolled back in my head.

Freya’s pussy was still as tight as a velvet glove, two sizes too small. Her grasping, wet cunt strangled my dick. “Fuck, Freya. You feel so fuckin’ good.” My words must’ve hit a sweet spot because her walls clenched around my cock.

She leaned up and pecked my lips. “I want more.”

I grunted. My woman’s pussy gripped my cock so snugly that my balls were already tightening with pleasure. She felt so fucking tight and slick that I couldn’t hold back anymore. I gripped each side of her face and smashed my mouth to hers, sucking her tongue whilst simultaneously thrusting my hips forward.

Freya cried out into my mouth, her back arching off the bed as I ripped through her, golden eyes widening with surprise.

I kept my cock seated deep, my lips still moving over hers, swallowing her cries and moans. Sliding one hand between our bodies, I stayed seated, grinding into her while my finger circled her clit. “Tell me what you want, Princess?”

“Do that again with your hips,” she whimpered.

I used my thigh muscles to grind into her again while sliding in and out of her little pussy. “You like that?” I rumbled, my own pleasure making me move instinctually.

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