Page 60 of Beautiful Secrets
My legs wrap around his waist without conscious thought, thighs gripping tight.
“Fuck,” he grunts into my mouth. He uses his hips to keep me pinned, his hands framing my face as he breaks our violent kiss to lean back and stare into my eyes. “The fuck kind of a spell have you put on me, woman?”
I gulp in breath after breath, the air so cool after that kiss. I lick my lips, and his eyes drop to my mouth. He darts down, catching my lips with his. There’s less venom in the kiss this time, but so much more passion. He devours me like he’s on death row and I’m his last meal.
Then he dips his hips and slowly presses his cock against me.
My core clamps like an empty fist, desperate for something to hold onto.
I can’t take it anymore.
My fingers shake with desperation when I fumble with his belt.
And he doesn’t lift a finger to help me. He just keeps kissing me, and kissing me, and kissing me.
When I turn my head to breathe, to yell at him to take off his fucking pants, he chases me down and grinds his lips against mine as relentlessly as before.
I let out a sulky sob, forget about trying to undo his belt, and instead rip open his shirt.
Buttons ping against the mirrors before dropping silently to the thick carpet.
Cole stops kissing me.
His head draws back.
He looks down at his bared chest. His eyes swivel up, but his head is still down. “How badly do you want me to punish you, little Mika? Because as it stands, I doubt you’ll survive.”
“If you want to fuck me, then fuck me!” I spit out. “But stop teasing me like this,zhopa.”
He pushes against me hard, grinding his sheathed dick against my naked pussy. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”
I show him my teeth. And when he cocks his head like he thinks it is cute, I slap him.
Right. Across. The. Face.
And where does that get me?
Nowhere.
Because all that does is piss him off.
So instead of fucking me, he kisses me again. And then he shoves a hand between my legs and slides his fingers into my pussy. I gasp into our kiss, my back arching violently as pleasure courses through me.
He nips the side of my neck, then scrapes his teeth over my collarbone. Goosebumps break out over my flesh as he starts fucking me with his fingers, his other hand gripping my ass to keep me lifted against the mirror. I buck into him, my head flush with the cool mirror as I gasp through each new thrust of his strong hand.
There’s no doubt the sales lady can hear me, but I stopped giving a fuck.
All I care about is the tight bundle of pleasure building up inside me. Tighter. Tighter. Getting ready to burst.
I felt it last night.
I want—fuckingneed—to feel it again.
Cole lifts me a little higher. There’s a faint sound. My thighs lock even tighter around his waist when I realize he’s undoing his belt.
“Yes,” I breathe, a second before he takes my nipple into his mouth. “Oh God, yes!”
There’s the metallic rasp of a zipper, and then he drags his fingers out of my clenching pussy.
