[Cole]
"Cole. Cole. COLE," she cried out my name.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she whined, moaned and whimpered. She hovered on my pistoning dick and let me use her tight, obsession-inducing cunt.
Obsessed. That was what I was. Not intrigued or curious. The man fucking her was obsessed. I didn't know how to let her walk out the door, knowing I'd never touch her again. It felt fucking wrong. Not for us. Like she was already mine without anyone asking me if I wanted her to be.
Impossible. Just for one night. Cole Hunter didn't do whatever the fuck this was.
And yet I was already in the middle of it somehow and there was no escape. And hell, I didn't hate it.
"Yes, Miss Chase. Fucking good pussy," I praised her with a groan, the ecstacy of fucking her exceeding my expectations with every thrust.
The scent of sex and fulfillment clung to the air. She collapsed against me, grinding against her pussy on my dick slowly. Her hands trailed down my chest and abs as she stole glances and explored my nefariously alluring physique. Then she raised her eyes to mine and caught me watching her.
A knowing smile played on her lips. My oxygen deprived brain started working again.
She left me in a state of confusion as a foreign warmth spread through my already overheated body.
It was like all of me was enveloped in her, not just my dick. Frustration bubbled to the surface. I hammered my dick into her harder. Fucking make her stop. Cole Hunter didn't do obsession. Not with one woman.
What the fuck had I been doing the last two years then, following her around like a puppy? The naughty glances across the room never failed to get me hard. I spent every night that I was near her hoping this time she wouldn't slip away before I could introduce myself. Fuck, now that I was fucking her, it was all going to my head.
It was ridiculous. A stupid, quiet flirtation. I wasn't obsessed. Infatuated. I couldn't be.
"COLE," she cried with a yelp, then followed it up with "Please. Yes. Don't stop."
I had given in. I was already fucking her like she was the last woman alive. And yet I still craved her. What else could there be?
"Have fucking mercy damn it," I begged her, outraged by the electricity flowing between us as my orgasm loomed.
My body buzzed with the need to fill her up with cum, but for the first time in my life I didn't want it. I just wanted more of her. Why wasn't my dick being appeased by her irresistible cunt? The hunger for her would not abate.
She looked at me, uncertainty in her eyes, before she came to a grinding halt and laid her lips down on mine in a feather light kiss. My constricting heart banged painfully against my chest.
"You're so ridiculously everything a girl could want, it's just unfair," she said, moving the wet hair stuck to my forehead out of my face.
Fuck this, I decided, opting to shove myself into her with brute force. Her face scrunched up in pain. This made the thoughts stop. Drilling her cunt until she flailed about on my dick in pain made me feel in control. Like I wasn't losing my mind over a woman I barely knew.
If I fucked her hard enough, maybe I could pretend I wasn't in fucking denial about the chemistry between us. Fucking asshole. In denial about being in denial. I kept going anyway. She just felt so damn good to fuck.
"We're just getting started. Hold on tight," I said with a big, toothy smirk. "Best fuck of my life," I added, frustrated beyond words with myself for telling her.
The pained expression gave way to a string of giggles as I wrapped an arm around her waist. Was she laughing at me? Did she think I was a joke? I fucking did.
"Me too. Best fuck of my life too," she admitted, bawling her eyes out as I threw her down onto her back. "Thanks for being the first to please me.*
Aah fuck. Those words sealed the fucking deal. Didn't they? She wasn't going anywhere, was she? Shit.
"It was a selfish pursuit, I'm afraid," I said, burying my face into the crook of her neck.
I grabbed onto her thighs, pushed them back and buried myself deep inside her, where I wanted to stay. If not permanently, then for a fucking long time.
Deep fucking with long, considerate strokes followed as she wept beneath me. Somehow I knew stopping wasn't an option. Looking her in the eye was not either though.
"Cole," she howled. "Yes. Yes. YEEEESSS."
"That's it, baby. Moan for my big dick fucking your tight cunt," I moaned into her shoulder, trying to force us out of the intimate moment we were caught in.
She opened her mouth and screamed the roof off while her cunt shattered on my dick. I couldn't stop myself from looking if I tried. The spasming woman beneath me was captivating.
Her slick with sweat, sex crazed body needed fucking. More pleasing. Once wouldn't be enough. For either of us. She was just going to have to be okay with that.