Page 77 of Colt

“Yeah.” A slow smile curved her lips, her eyes glazing over a little. “Do it more.”

Circling again, I pressed my finger harder against her swollen clit. My teeth gritted at how hot she burned and how her pussy strangled my cock. “Fuck. You’re so goddammed tight, baby. It’s killin’ me not to come.”

I snaked both hands under Freya’s ass, tilted her slightly, and thrust rhythmically, catching her soft whimpers as I retook her mouth with mine. Every few minutes, I changed it up. Grinding and circling until eventually, Freya’s hips began to thrust up to meet mine.

“Fuck, Freya. You fit my cock perfectly,” I muttered, hips snapping harder. My finger never left her clit, so when it hardened even more, swelling under my finger, I knew she was getting close. Every time I talked a little dirty, her pussy flooded. The tingle in my lower back told me I wouldn’t last much longer, so I gave her more.

“Love this tight little pussy.” I rasped. “Love the way it strangles me.”

“Oh my God,” Freya whispered as her pussy clenched me like a motherfucker.

“Who’s fuckin’ you!” I circled her clit harder, pressing down on the sensitive skin. “Say my name when you come, Freya.”

Her hips bucked, and her walls clenched me hard as her orgasm exploded. She let out a keening cry, almost screaming with the force of her climax. Her hands flew to my ass, pulling me deeper into her, moaning my name repeatedly.

“Good girl.” I pressed down on her clit, kissing her neck as I fingered and fucked her simultaneously through her climax. Her pussy contracted hard around my cock, and I knew I couldn’t hold off.

My hands came back to her face, the fingers of one of them still soaked from her pussy. I pushed two into her mouth. “Suck!” I ordered.

She moaned.

“That’s my girl.” I leaned down and took her lips, my fingers still in her mouth, giving us both a taste of her. My body stretched over hers, and I began to fuck her hard and deep into the bed, relishing the pleasure that settled into every nerve ending.

My balls were so tight they hurt. I removed my fingers from Frey’s mouth and reached up with both hands, grabbing the black wrought iron headboard for leverage.

She let out a loud cry as she came, soaking my cock while her body writhed in ecstasy.

Burying my face in her neck, I pounded deep inside her. I gritted my teeth, hips snapping harder against hers, and I let out a deep, long moan as my balls drew up into my body, and I came hard.

I almost blacked out. The strength of my climax was so forceful that my hips jerked uncontrollably, my cum coating Freya’s insides. Planting deep, I seated myself within her for a whole minute before my balls finally emptied.

I lay there, spent, giving Freya my weight and panting as she trailed her fingers up and down my spine. My chest heaved, my breath ragged and heavy, my heart racing with the intensity of my orgasm.

It was a goddamned revelation.

I pulled up onto my elbows, looking into her eyes. “You okay?”

Freya looked shell-shocked, but she nodded. “It was amazing.”

My head reared back a little further. “Did I hurt you?”

Freya’s cheeks pinkened. “Not like the first time; it was another kind of pain. Like a good one.” Her nose scrunched up. “Is that normal?”

I threw my head back and laughed.

“Hey!” she admonished, swatting my arm lightly. “It’s not funny.”

I chuckled. “Baby, I ain’t gonna yuck your yum. You like what you like, and a little pleasure-pain can be good with the right person. We can explore it if you want, but I’m not into hardcore shit.”

She smiled. “I think I’ll like everything you do to me. Every time I needed something, you seemed to give it instinctively. If we only ever did what we just did, I wouldn’t care.”

My heart tugged. “It was fuckin’ amazin’, Frey. You were fuckin’ amazin’.”

Freya’s hand came up to my cheek, and her golden-brown gaze bored into me.

I leaned down and claimed her mouth. My chest felt tight at how she made me feel everything I’d tried to suppress over the years.

After being fucked over by the people who were meant to love me the most, it seemed easier to avoid connections. That was why I lost myself in technology. I was dreading going back to the club and our bubble bursting, but a part of me was looking forward to getting to the next stage.

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