Page 41 of Resist

Coulton winked, then lowered his head, getting more serious about the task at hand. His large palms held her thighs open, pushing her to his soft mattress as he used his lips, teeth, and tongue like a pro.

“Oh my God!” she cried out, when he pushed two fingers inside, fucking her with them while he used his tongue on her clit with a deadly precision.

“My name,” he demanded.

“Coulton,” she yelled. “I’m going to…going to…”

Her body jerked as if electrocuted, every muscle in her body tensing, then releasing.

“Holy shit,” she gasped.

She expected Coulton to smirk—he deserved it—but instead, he slowly started thrusting his fingers inside her again.

Ainsley realized just how badly her past lovers had been, merely phoning it in, now that she had Coulton to hold next to them as the gold standard. Tiger had never gone down on her, claiming in his charming eighteen-year-old boy way that it was “gross.”

Jagger seemed to hold the same opinion, only giving her the weakest of efforts before demanding quid pro quo.

Montgomery was the first to show her the potential of the act, and while he’d done it, he’d never brought her to orgasm that way. Instead, he used it as a way to get her aroused, something that sadly happened quickly enough he never lingered below her waist for more than a couple of minutes.

“Coulton,” she whispered.

He looked up at her. “A dozen times,” he reminded her.

She shook her head. Twelve of those and she’d be dead. Then she remembered something else he’d said. She lifted her unbound hands, wiggling them jazz-style.

Coulton’s expression turned serious. “After last night…I wasn’t sure…”

She stared at him, her heart doing that stupid flip-flop thing that told her she was doing a shitty job at remaining aloof.

He just kept saying sweet things. Making her feel safe and protected. Giving her an awesome nickname.

Wiser…stronger…

What a crock.

Ainsley appreciated his concern, and while the idea of bondage had sounded hot when he said it, she knew he was right. She was still struggling with the feelings of helplessness she’d experienced last night, so the thought of being restrained…

“Thank you,” she murmured, letting him know he’d been right to cross that off the list.

For tonight.

Ainsley quickly tried to erase those last two words because—dammit—tonight was all she was giving herself.

Mercifully, Coulton saved her from her wayward thoughts when he added a third finger to the two still inside her and flew her back to paradise—first class.

After the third orgasm, she was shamelessly begging him to fuck her.

He climbed over her body, his thick, hard cock bumping against her stomach.

“You want this?” he taunted.

She nodded, not even bothering to be coy or play it cool. “Yes,” she hissed. “Please, Coulton. Please fuck me.”

He gave her a hot, deep kiss. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Coulton gripped his cock, guiding it—uncovered—to her pussy.

She’d never let her former lovers fuck her without a condom. In high school, she wasn’t on the pill, so Tiger always wore one. With his infidelity still fresh in her broken heart, she’d demanded Jagger use one. Then Montgomery had been the one to insist on using condoms, even after she offered to go without. His reasoning for that had become apparent at the end.

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