Page 111 of One Little Kiss
“Is it legal to record him? Will we be able to use it?” My brain is flitting through every scenario.
“The library has security cameras all throughout and it’s posted at every entrance that recording devices are in use. Ashton said that will cover us, too. He doesn’t want Wes, CC. He’s after money. I just don’t know from who.”
This man, always so strong and confident, feels broken somehow, so I comfort him the only way I know how. Reaching up, I grasp both sides of his face and pull him in for a kiss. The second our lips touch, Colton takes over.
“I need you. I need you.” He sounds so vulnerable. Not at all like the confident man who’s been strutting around in superhero onesies.
“You have me, Colton. I’m yours,” I whisper beneath his touch.
His tongue pokes and caresses my lips before sweeping inside, tasting me as deeply as he can get, but it still doesn’t feel like enough.
He growls at my words. “I hate that you have his last name, Winnie. We need to change that and change it fast. You’re mine. You’re a Westbrook, and I need to make that legal. I have to.”
There’s a desperation in his plea that scares me. But the fear of losing him is greater. “Okay.”
He pulls back sharply, eyes narrowing on my face. “Okay?”
“Mm-hm. We can get married as soon as you want, Colton. I’m done holding back from you.” As I say it, I know it’s true. It may be fast. It may be wild and reckless. But it’s a love that’s both terrifying and exhilarating. It’s a feeling I never want to be without.
A long, low growl rumbles in Colton’s chest. “I need to fuck you now, fiancée. It won’t be sweet or gentle. It’ll be fast, hard, and raw. Then, when I recover, I’ll do sweet, but right now, I’m going to be deep inside of you. You’ll think it’s too much, but you can take it.” His fingers tease the hem of my shirt, and he lifts it over my head. “Right, Winnie? Can you take my hard cock fast and hard? Thrust after punishing thrust?”
Colton is coming undone. I can sense he’s holding on by a thread, but I need to show him that I’ll catch him, too. “I’ll take every brutal inch you can give me, fiancé.”
As the word fiancé leaves my lips, Colton’s eyes glaze over. He lunges for me, but I slip out of his grasp and drop to my knees before him.
“No,” he grinds out. “Not. Now.” Harsh words show how much today’s interaction affected him. “I can’t be gentle, Winnie. I can’t—”
Undoing the button of his jeans, I glance up through long lashes. “I don’t want you to be gentle, Colton. I want you to take what you need and know that I’ll catch you, too.”
His eyes roll to the back of his head as I lower his pants and boxer briefs in one tug. His dick bounces free, and I can’t hide my gasp of surprise. He’s all smooth skin and hard planes, but his shaft is truly magnificent. There’s a pulsing vein that runs along the underside. His hard, thick member juts up toward his stomach, and I lean forward to follow that vein with soft kisses.
“Fuck, Winnie.”
My tongue swirls around his tip, and I get my first taste of precome. My pussy clamps down, hating the empty feeling there. Lifting up, I grasp him with one hand, guiding him into my wet and waiting mouth. I use the other hand to cup his balls before sliding it down over his perineum.
“Jesus,” he pants. “I can’t do this, Winnie.”
I freeze for half a second, thinking he’s rejecting me.
“I wasn’t lying, CC. I need to fuck you. Hard.” What he’s really saying is,I need control, Winnie. I need you to help me regain my self-control.
Thank God.“I want you, too, Colton. Take what you need.” I drop my mouth to him once more, pulling him in so deep he hits the back of my throat, and I swallow around him. A strangled cry escapes as he cups my chin with one hand, and the back of my head with the other.
“Are you sure?”
I nod without releasing him.
“Keep your mouth open wide,” he orders, and I happily comply.
With barely contained thrusts that cause my eyes to pool with tears, he fucks my mouth, just as I asked him to. Drool and mucus drip down my chin, but he doesn’t stop. Using his hand holding my chin, he collects it with his fingers, then leans down to tease my nipple with the wetness. When he folds over me, his cock slips down my throat. I can’t breathe, but I can smell him. He overwhelms my senses. His masculine, woodsy scent that’s all him and sex and love. When I don’t think I can stand another second, he pulls out, leaving me gasping for breath. But if I thought he was going to give me a moment to collect myself, I was dead wrong.
His hands hook under my arms, and he lifts me to my feet. “Bedroom. Now.” He’s breathing heavily. His chest rises and falls as his nostrils flare.
Turning on my heel, I glance over my shoulder. “Yes, sir,” I say cheekily, resulting in a hard smack to my ass, and then he comes after me. I make it to the stairs, but he’s too fast and catches me halfway up.
“You never have to call me sir, Winnie. But I can be the master of your body if that’s what you want.”
Yes. Yes. And yes.
