Page 17 of The Truth of Loving You

Chapter eight

Shane

Mytoo-fastbrainhita glitch, and my shaky hands fumbled, uncoordinated in undoing Cole’s belt and jeans. I’d taken a risk as soon as he’d admitted he wanted me. Humor was the best option, but I’d estimated only a one-in-a-thousand chance of persuading him out of his pants. My attraction to him was ill-advised.

Cole was damaged and surly about his desire for me. I tugged his belt loose with my eyes wide open. A zero percent chance things would end well. I knew after tonight we’d probably never speak, and my heart would hurt. Worth every single second of misery to experience this with him.

I craved him on an elemental level. No one else would satisfy my need. When I’d called him Daddy everything had shifted. There was only us. I was certain I gave him something he needed as badly as I needed him. We could be what each other needed tonight. Cole had to be my first.

Finally, finally, I wrestled his jeans down, euphoric that he was commando. Cole’s dick sprung free, large and demanding, and thumped my chin. It was thick with prominent veins that I wanted to trace with my tongue. The crown was purple and wet with his desire for me.

I forced myself not to touch him, waiting. Waiting for him to take control, so we’d be in this together. My dick wept in my pants in anticipation. I would do anything Cole asked. Tattoos covered his legs, but I only had eyes for his cock.

Cole’s large, calloused fingers stroked my cheek with featherlight touches. My eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. “Open your eyes, Pretty Boy,” he whispered.

Longing had transformed Cole’s features. His eyebrows, which usually dipped down, were smoothed out in a straight line. His green eyes alight with lust and his mouth soft with kissable lips.

“Open.” He pressed his thumb into the side of my jaw, and it unhinged for him. “You are perfect.” He tightened his grip on my chin.

My head was eerily calm, my sole purpose was to wait for Cole’s next command. The calm morphed into a fervor of hunger. I silently begged him with my eyes, my body vibrating for him.

Cole took his dick in hand and dragged his tip across my bottom lip. His hips shifted and cock filled my mouth, heavy on my tongue. The sound from the back of my throat was inhuman as I tasted his pre-cum and felt his ridge. I knew he wanted me to wait, so I denied the instinct to seal my mouth around him.

“You want to suck my cock?” Cole’s voice was low and rumbled across my skin. I nodded with his cock in my mouth, wishing I was naked for him. “Are you hard?”

His eyes drifted down, and he let out a satisfied hum. I was rock hard.

“Suck me,” Cole ordered.

My heart leapt, and I closed my mouth around his wide head. My tongue explored his ridges and lapped up his pre-cum. He tasted so fucking good. All my fantasies paled in comparison. Cole’s scent intoxicated me, and I pushed forward, gagging myself to bury my nose in his hair. He smelled musky and spicy, and I wanted more. His cock was too large for me to manage, but I swallowed, choking and getting as much of him down my throat as possible.

Cole grabbed my hair with both hands. “Fucking hell,” he growled.

I tipped my head down, nuzzling into his skin, which caused his cock to dislodge from my throat. I pulled back. “Can I touch you?”

A shiver rippled through my entire body with the way Cole stared down at me: rapture, awe, affection…I was too lust drunk to pinpoint his emotion. The slight inclination of his head was all the permission I needed.

I meant to hook my hand around his thigh for leverage, but his flexing muscles distracted me. Both my hands caressed up the back of his thighs until I had two hands full of his ass. We both groaned. Cole widened his stance as far as the jeans around his ankles would permit. I licked up the V of his abdomen while my hands committed every curve and dip of his ass to memory. I longed to know every single inch of his body.

My tongue mapped out every vein and ridge. I sucked his tip with such force I made a popping sound when I released him.

Cole ran his fingers through my hair, flexing and pulling but not demanding I change what I was doing. His breathing had become heavy, and a thrill jolted my system that I had this effect on him. I dragged him over the edge of his control.Me. That thought alone almost made me come.

My hand cupped his balls, and I let my middle finger massage his taint. The other hand grabbed his shaft just as Cole thrust down my throat.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to take every inch of my cock,” Cole roared.

I went blissfully limp and gave myself over to him. All of me focused on pleasing him. My throat relaxed, and my hands folded in my lap. Cole’s pleasure became mine. My cock ached, and any friction would result in an epic orgasm, but that was secondary to Cole’s.

“You are every man’s wet dream.” Cole gasped as his thrusts became erratic. “You. Are. My. Perfect. Pretty. Boy.” He rammed his cock down my throat with every word.

His praise washed over me like a drug, like I was made for this. My eyes were tempted to drift closed to bask in the glow of his words, but the sting on my scalp let me know he wanted my eyes on his.

“Shane!” My name exploded out of him as a curse, a prayer, heaven and hell.

Then, he was coming down my throat. The sight of him completely unraveled, and then swallowing him became too much. I came with him as our gazes locked together. I swallowed Cole Branson’s orgasm, and I loved it.

I was so fucked. I’d joked that he had a unicorn dick, and I wouldn’t get addicted. Fail. I wondered vaguely how many more times he would allow me to get my fill until the bright light of day would ruin this perfect night and his regret would overwhelm him.

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