The prediction that this man fucks like a maniac on a mission was spot on.
After the second round, Colton swept me off the floor and brought me outside. We screwed against the side of the shed. The truck was next. After that, he spread a blanket on the ground and shagged me like a retro rug.
My muscles are pleasantly tender as I sprawl out right where he laid me. I can barely lift my arm to cup his stubbled jaw. “Love you, Stalker.”
“Fuck, I love you.” Colton presses kisses over most of my face before rolling to the side.
His woodsy scent lingers, most likely imbedded into my pores. A slow inhale grants me a lungful of him and our combined essence. It’s the smell of satisfaction.
I squint up at the fluffy clouds while lounging like a thoroughly pounded fence post. The sun is still high in the sky, but definitely tipping toward the west. It’d be safe to estimate we’ve been at it for hours.
“I lost count, but you made me come more than I thought was possible for one afternoon.” My grumpy jailer is a giver and I’m here for it.
He smirks. “Eleven times. You’re welcome.”
“Why am I not surprised you kept track?” I tap his damp chest. “How many for you?”
“Four.”
“Is that a record?”
Colton grunts. “By a long shot.”
“Could you go again?”
The pause that follows is thicker than his dick. “I need a few minutes.”
“The fiend has met his match,” I sigh.
“And he released all his pent-up energy.”
“Not to mention semen.” I cringe while pressing my legs together.
He threads our fingers together and squeezes gently. “Don’t move.”
“Not sure I could if I tried.” I remain immobile while he props himself onto an elbow. “You wrecked me.”
Blue eyes flicker into flames and rove over my nakedness. “That was the plan.”
And Colton Keller is nothing if not determined to make me his in every conceivable way.
That’s precisely why I stay put as demanded while he ventures off to who knows where. My thoughts drift in whatremains of my afterglow. It still seems strange how quickly our relationship shifted. I went from trying to avoid him by any means necessary to wanting him beside me at all times. The latter is much more pleasurable. Not a single regret rises either.
But the pop of a cork shatters the quiet contemplation.
I struggle to sit up and see Colton pouring champagne into two flutes. “Oh, my. You know how to treat a lady.”
“I’m going to spoil you rotten, Princess.” He reclaims his spot beside me.
“Already have.” I accept the glass he extends to me, giggling when the bubbles tickle my nose. “What are we drinking to?”
“Us.” His gaze burns into mine.
“Mhmm, our first date is a banger so far. That sex marathon deserves to be celebrated.”
We clink in unison. Colton downs his contents in a single gulp. I’m a bit more reserved in my consumption, sipping on it while watching him exchange the empty glass for something else. An oversized pillow is wedged underneath my back. The softness is very inviting and distracting.
“May I?” There’s suddenly a wet cloth suspended in midair over my vagina.
