Page 18 of Accidentally Matched

Colter pulls the flogger from my pussy, taking his time as I whimper all over again. He flips me around so that I’m straddling him now, my drenched, throbbing core flush against the titanic size of his concrete-hard cock.

“Come again. On my cock, Tierney,” he growls, looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes of his, now darkened to a storm. Umm, what did he say?

“Now,” he commands, reaching under my dress that has now fallen all around us and smacking my butt so hard, my labia part against the massive width of his jean-clad cock.

Colter James lifts the flogger to his mouth and licks off my juices dripping from the handle... while he watches me make myself come again on his clothed cock. I rub the whole of my pussy against the rough fabric, both tentative so I don’t abrade myself on his zipper, but so wild because I don’t care.

I just want to come to this sight of his tongue twirling around the handle as he samples my taste. The sensation just about destroys me, and when I come, I saturate his jeans without shame or remorse.

By the time I wobble out of the offices of the Lone River Ranch, I should do two things. First, call a cab since I’m in no condition to drive. Second, get the cab to drive me straight home.

Instead, as soon as I vacate the office, I lean against the outside wall and try to bring myself back to planet earth by forcing air into my lungs. It’s not helping. My body is so quivery, I don’t think my limbs work, or my brain, for that matter.

But no. I’m on a girl with a mission, so I push off the wall, neaten my hair, and go onto phase two.

Now I need to find either Nolan or Jace to help me with the nipple clamps and the squirting thing.

Thankfully, I find Nolan quickly.

“Tierney,” he says, coming out of the house, seemingly in a hurry to get somewhere else. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, hello to you too, Mr. Spears. What is it with you Lone River men and manners? But if you must know, I’m on a tight schedule, and I still need to get things done for my research. So if you please, can you put this on me?” I rummage in my bag.

“Why is your face so flushed?”

“I asked Colter to spank me with a flogger.”

“Did he?”

“Not the way I intended. He put the flogger into my... and spanked me with his hand.”

“Did you get wet?” Nolan closes the distance between us.

“I did...” How am I even having a normal conversation after what happened to me in Colter’s office? Because my logic is horrendously flawed. This is not a normal conversation.

“Now I want to try this,” I say, digging deeper into my tote, looking for the pair of nipple clamps I packed. “Where is it?” I mutter to myself. I know I put them in here. Did they fall out? “Crap. I wanted to try a pair of nipple clamps, but it looks as if I didn’t bring them. Ugh.”

“Nipple clamps? You want to try nipple clamps?”

“Yes,” I say, biting my lip. “I’m on a limited time schedule here, and I have things to experience.”

“Woman, you’re going to kill us,” Nolan mutters under his breath before he grabs my hand and pulls me along.

“Wait, where are we going?” I ask, his stride so long, I’m almost sprinting to keep up.

We pass a clothesline at the back of the house, and without missing a beat, Nolan picks something off the line, stuffs it into his pocket, and then leads us into what I realize is the laundry room.

He lifts me onto the washing machine. Thank god, the thing is off. I heard my fair share of jokes about women and washing machines, and I don’t think my pussy can handle anything else. Nipple clamps are definitely safer for me right now.

But I face a much, much bigger problem.

Nolan, standing between my legs, wraps his hand around my nape, and with his other hand, he grips the bodice of my dress and pulls it down. I deliberately didn’t wear a bra. I thought I’d make it easier for whoever was going to try the nipple clamps on me. The ones I forgot to bring.

A deep, rough breath leaves his body as his gaze sweeps over my breasts before he lowers his head, opens his mouth, and draws a pebbled nipple into his mouth.

My whole body hums under his touch. My pussy is still swollen and wet from Colter sticking the handle of the flogger inside me and then making me come twice all over his jeans. But Nolan’s touch opens the gates to a fresh, copious drizzle of my juices.

He divides his attention between both my breasts. I’m convinced I’ll come just from him doing this. Until he retrieves a wooden clothespin from his pocket.

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