Page 36 of Master Cole

Cole dipped his head, and Janie’s head went back as he tasted her, from bottom to top, before thrusting his tongue into her channel. Her core tightened as her clit pulsed. What was he doing to her? No one had ever mentioned how erotic it was to have a man go down on her.

Oh, she’d read about it, but she didn’t imagine it would feel so good, so intense, so ... natural. She curled her fingers into her palms. No moving the arms, she chanted in her head as Cole continued to suck and lick her. She let out a sigh of relief when he lifted his head.

“You taste of honey, cotton candy, and musk.” He ran his tongue over his lips, and her eyes widened. Cole let her legs fall to his waist; he leaned over and plucked a condom off the nightstand.

Her gaze followed his hands to his cock. She bit her lower lip. He was erect, and she wondered if he’d fit. Of course he would, she chided herself. She knew the mechanics of sex, but her experiences had been nothing but dead fish cold.

A hot shiver coursed through her veins. With Cole, nothing was cold, she burned from the inside out. The head of his cock brushed her entrance.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

“They are on you, Sir.”

He laughed. “Minx. On my face, not my cock.” He held still until her gaze met his. “I want to see your face when I enter you.” He shifted.

Janie’s breath caught in her throat as she stretched around his shaft. Why did he feel ten times bigger than when he was in her mouth? Cole was careful withdrawing, then pushing back in, an inch at a time until he was buried in her.

“You are so tight. Your pussy is hugging my cock.” His warm breath brushed against her face as he leaned over her.

Another shiver shook her body as his palms traced up both of her arms to her closed hands. “Open your hands.” She complied and palm met palm; then his fingers entangled with hers. “Now get ready for a wild ride, because I can’t wait a second longer.”

She’d barely taken a breath when his lips were on hers. She could taste her musky scent on him, and it didn’t bother her at all. Cole slid out of her channel and then all the way back in.

His movement was slow and sure even though he’d told her it was going to be a wild ride. She enjoyed his languid pace. It allowed her to feel him, all of him. The way he filled her pussy, how her muscles clamped down on his cock, and her clit began throbbing.

Cole broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck. “So hot, so tight, so mine.” As the words left his lips he flexed his hips, and she let out a moan.

“That feels ... good ... so good, Sir.”

He seemed to swell inside her with her words, and the next thing she knew his movements became faster. Within minutes her stomach was fluttering, and her clit pulsed insistently.

“Cole,” she cried out as he softly bit her right nipple. The action carried waves of electricity to her clit and pussy.

“Come for me, Janie.”

His words triggered a tsunami within her. Her muscles tightened, and then she was flying. Her climax made her body shudder.

“That’s it, pet. Let go. Let me make you fly.” He continued to thrust. Her body was his.

Janie arched her neck and let out a cry of pure pleasure as he thrust hard into her, his cock pulsing within her own climaxing core.

“Wow, so that’s what the fuss is all about,” she whispered as she collapsed against the mattress, her mind and body wrung out. Having him in her when she came was incredible. Cole stayed balanced above her.

“So fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispered.

She whimpered as he withdrew. “Be right back.” He kissed her cheek.

Janie just lay there, satisfied and at the same time wanting more. Cole was the perfect lover. Now, if he could only see that she wanted him permanently in her life. She turned her head to see Cole in the bathroom disposing of the condom, his cock still half erect. Her pussy clenched at the sight, and she wondered how much more she could take.

Cole stood in the bathroom staring at himself in the mirror. Funny, he didn’t look any different, but something had changed. It hit him. Janie’s words. Turning from the mirror, he disposed of the condom, willed his dick to behave, and walked back into the bedroom.

Janie had turned on her side, her hair spread on one of his pillows, her lashes at half-mast. His first thought was she needed to be punished for moving without permission, but his second was she looked like a goddess. His heart pounded. He climbed onto the bed and gathered her into his arms.

“What did you mean?” he asked, settling her against his chest.

“About what?”

“You said ‘that’s what all the fuss is about’ when you climaxed the second time.” He was pretty sure it had nothing to do with multiple orgasms, he’d given her plenty of those with the wand.

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