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“No!” I protested. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Keep going.”

Cole cradled my face in his palm. “This is your first time. I know what you wantandwhat you need. This only works if you trust me. Do you trust me?”

I flushed. “Yes.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, this stops.” His thumb skimmed along the underside of my jaw. “Know going forward that you will love everything that we do. If you don’t, you use your safe word. What’s your safe word?”

“Dragon.”

“That’s my Pretty Boy.” Cole applied liberal amounts of lube to me and his fingers.

At first, his finger was too large and would never fit inside me. My erection deflated, and I bit back my complaints. His thumb had revved me up but now my body was being invaded. The sting on my scalp, and the pure lust on Cole’s features prompted me to keep quiet and trust. A switch flipped.

I never dreamed his large calloused finger would inflict so much pleasure inside me. He kept my head tilted toward him, and his lips parted in a wide smile as he worked me. The nerve endings he’d sparked with his thumb were now lit up from his finger. This was what I needed.

The rhythm stoked a fire inside me. I thrust back, and he added a second finger. This time, I welcomed the painful stretch, knowing it would dissolve into pleasure. My fantasies crashed and burned as reality replaced them with every glorious touch and sound from Cole.

“I’m going to introduce you to your prostate, but you aren’t going to come until I give you permission,” Cole rumbled in my ear and then nipped it.

With his fingers in my ass, he rose onto the bed behind me and lifted me up by my throat. My back was pressed to his chest as his fingers claimed my hole. His other hand wrapped around my throat, grounding me to him, soothing the overwhelming sensations.

Two things happened at once: his fingers flexed and tightened around my throat while his other hand changed the angle, and white-hot ecstasy seared through every single cell in my body.

“Come for me,” Cole grunted, driving his pelvis forward so his erection branded me with his heat.

My body obeyed his command, and he removed his hand from my throat to catch my orgasm shooting out of me.

Riding wave after wave of molten gratification, words flung out of my mouth in garbled, unintelligible syllables. All the pleasure I’d ever known was irrelevant compared to what Cole offered me.

I don’t know how I stayed upright.

Chapter sixteen

Cole

Fuckinghell.Shanerespondedincredibly, my walking fantasy. He’d instinctively submitted without question, without thinking. As if he’d been waiting to submit to me from day one. I only regretted not seeing his face when he came. But there would be plenty of time for that. Watching porn had been a stroke of genius on my part.

I had irrefutable, cock-hard proof of things that turned him on. Neither of us would have to second guess. Our tastes were surprisingly similar for two people who seemed nothing alike.

Shane’s pleas stopped as he sagged into me. He’d begged me to stop while screaming for more. Every single word out of his dirty mouth turned me on. And I wanted to dirty up that mouth even more.

When he sighed and nuzzled his head into my neck, I knew he’d come back into his body. I stretched back to stand on the floor at the end of the bed, taking him to the edge.

I pushed on the back of his head, guiding him toward my hand. “Clean it up,” I barked, and he didn’t hesitate. Fucking damn perfection. “Don’t swallow.”

Maneuvering him upright, I praised “good boy” and tugged his head sideways, so I had access to his mouth. His cum slid over my tongue and tasted phenomenal—salty, musky, and exactly what I’d been starving for. I licked every drop out of his mouth and brought my hand up so he’d clean up the rest. We both groaned as I brought our mouths together again.

Releasing him, I ordered, “On your back in the middle of the bed.”

He scrambled to obey, lying in the wet spot without complaint. My eyes raked over his torso and light happy trail leading to his half-hard cock. We weren’t even close to being done. Shane’s hair was a wild mess, and his smile managed to look satisfied and hungry at the same time. The bed beneath him was wrecked, and I randomly thought Shane was the type to have a dry-clean only comforter. A laugh burst out of me, breaking the silence. He’d need to throw it in the trash by the time I was done with him.

“Cole, let me take care of you.” Shane’s brown eyes pleaded with me.

Taking one ankle in each hand, I spread Shane’s legs to kneel between them. If he only knew how much he satisfied me, it felt dangerous to tell him and give him that power over me. I had to be in control.

“Arms over your head and don’t move.”

Again, he complied immediately. The urge to cover him with my seed clogged all other thoughts. I took myself in hand and squeezed to relieve the ache. Shane’s hawk eyes were mesmerized, and his cock hardened.

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