He raises his hands and grips his dark hair. Those muscles rippling like waves.
He’s equally evil as he is gorgeous.
“Fuck me, Cole.”
He looks down at me, those blue eyes dark with lust. He lets go of his own hair to fist mine. I hiss in a breath as my scalp stings, but I didn’t expect him to go easy on me.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He orders roughly, and I do as he says because I’m getting what I want. I’m going to bring this bastard to his knees even if it means I have to stay on mine.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
COLE
I OPEN MY mouth, but nothing comes out when she wraps her lips around my cock. She allows me to control her head as I pull her back and thrust my hips forward. I watch in complete fascination as I fuck her pretty mouth. I’ve been thinking of nothing but this for days, and here she is on her knees before me.
Yet it still isn’t enough.
She can’t scream if her mouth is full. She can’t beg if she can’t speak. I want her cries of pleasure—her begging me for more—more than I want her on her knees at this moment.
And I always get what I want.
I pull her head away, and she’s panting. Tears have welled up in her green eyes. I yank her up by her hair, and she cries out.
I smile. That’s more like it.
I know what she is doing. She’s trying to play me at my own game. But that’s not going to happen. I’m better than she is.
“Cole …” She pants.
I spin her around with my hand still in her hair, and she hisses in a breath, then I shove her hips into the counter.
My free hand goes between her legs, and she spreads them more for me. I smile, sliding a finger easily into her. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.” She moans, rocking her hips to get me to move faster. I remove my finger and grip her throat, pulling her back to my front.
She stares at me in the mirror. It’s starting to fog up from our heavy breathing. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say honestly. There’s no denying that Austin Lowes is gorgeous. There isn’t a single flaw on her skin. Well, except the stitches on her forearm. But even that makes me proud. Knowing I did that. I made her a little less perfect in someone else’s eyes. To me, it’s just a reminder of how strong she is. How much fight she has.
She swallows against my hand, and I lean down to whisper into her ear. “You’re mine, sweetheart.” Letting go of her throat, I replace my hand with my lips. I kiss her soft skin, and she tilts her head to the side for me. I feast on her neck like I’m starving. Nipping and sucking. The sounds she makes has me so hard it hurts.
I pull away to see two hickeys on her neck, and I smile.
She bends at the waist, lowering her head to the countertop, and her body starts to shake with need.
I slap her ass. She moans as she shifts on her feet. I slap it again, the sound bouncing off the bathroom walls. She pushes it into me. My hand goes back between her legs, and she’s so wet, it’s dripping down her thigh. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, Austin?” I ask. Her only response is the sound of her heavy breathing. “I like it rough too.”
Not able to hold out any longer, I take my cock in my hand and push it into her. Not even bothering with a condom. I’m going to fucking own Austin Lowes and I refuse to have anything between us.
She lifts her head up off the counter and screams out as I spread her wide to accommodate my size.
Fuck! She’s tight!
She places her hands on the mirror in front of her, and I grip her hips as I pull back and slam into her again and again.
Her cries of pleasure have me smiling because I know everyone can hear her on the other side of this door. That’s why Deke and I showed up here after all. It was to prove a point. I wasn’t going to leave until I fucking made it.
I pull her body back from the countertop and her hands fall from the fogged mirror. Leaning over, I press my chest to her back. I push her into the countertop, and my right hand reaches around her body to find her clit.
“Oh … God …” Her voice trails off and turns into a cry as I work her to orgasm.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my cock,” I growl before I bite her shoulder.
Her pussy tightens around me, and she screams out my name as she comes seconds later.
I pull my hand away and stand up to my full height. My hands grip her hair and I yank her head from the counter as I pick up my pace. Knowing what I need in order to get off.
I should pull out now. She got off, and that’s all that matters. This part isn’t about me. But as I look down at my slick cock moving in and out of her shaved pussy, I feel my breath pick up and my balls tighten. I can’t stop now.
“Fuck!” I growl, slamming into her so hard that our knees hit the cabinets below the counter. She calls out my name, and it sounds like she’s about to come again. I don’t stop. I can’t. At this point, I’m committed.
She’s fucking mine!
Her eyes fall closed, and she cries out my name as she comes once again. I pull out just in time to come all over her perfectly round ass that has my handprint on it.
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I pull up to her father’s house in her car, and Deke rolls up beside me in his with Becky.
“Give me ten,” I tell him as he rolls down his passenger window.
“Take your time.” He smiles and then pulls her over the center console to kiss her.
I get Austin out of her car and carry her into the house. She passed out before I even hit the highway. Once up in her room, I lay her on the bed. I remove her heels, shirt, and jeans, and then cover her up with the blanket before walking out. I’m reaching for the front door when I hear Celeste.
“Cole?”
I turn around to face her. She comes down the hallway to stand in the foyer. Her blond hair down and a bit tangled, letting me know I woke her. A peach silk floor-length robe covers her with a matching sash wrapped around her waist, but I can tell she’s naked underneath it. It leaves nothing to the imagination, and her nipples are hard.
She looks at the top of the stairs and then back at me. Her eyes slowly take in my wrinkled shirt and disheveled hair. The hickey on my neck. “Well, that didn’t take long. Can’t say I’m surprised, though. You always do get what you want.”
My jaw tightens, but I don’t acknowledge her statement.
She laughs softly, walks up to me, and places her right hand on my cheek. Then lifts on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. I don’t kiss her back. “You don’t have to rush off.” She pulls away. “Come, I’ll make us some coffee.” She turns, walking away.
“I know you’re fucking Kellan.”
She comes to a stop and slowly spins around to face me. “I don’t know …”
“I let him borrow my car last week while his was in the shop. He came to see you, didn’t he?”
She runs a hand through her blond hair nervously. I was hoping she would have the balls to admit it. She’s just like her pathetic husband.
“Spoke to my father the other day. He said that Bruce knows I’m fucking you.” Her eyes widen. “That his trustworthy staff informed him my car was here all night.” I look her over once and then say, “I’ve never fucked you, but I instantly knew who it was.”