I clench against the instinct to release the strain, not entirely comfortable with the prospective results. Colton doubles his efforts. The assault on my clit and that inner trigger force me to accept his agenda. Whatever is happening is beyond my control.
He’s demanding me to submit. My pussy is desperate to obey. With a thick exhale, I let go of the resistance.
The climax bursts from me in a gush. It’s too wet, but I’m unable to grasp that concept. Pleasure rips me into shreds until I’m shaking uncontrollably. My dignity isn’t a match for his dedication to split me apart. It’s messy and shocking, but blows my orgasmic expectations into nonexistent pieces. There’s no comparison.
This intoxicating high is alluring and I allow oblivion to carry me away. I’m lost for who knows how long. Time doesn’t belong in this space. Only pure, nonjudgmental bliss is invited. But eventually, a dampness under my ass drags me to the surface.
“How do you feel?” Colton’s voice is distant and gentle.
“Hmmm.” I wiggle to test my recovery.
That’s when I recall the fabric beneath me is moist. Awareness slowly seeps in and I fling upright. The sheet is soaked.
He notices the ick cringing my features. “What’s wrong?”
“Umm, there’s a freaking puddle on the bed.”
That smug gleam reignites in his eyes. “You’re welcome.”
“That”—I stab a finger at the evidence—“isn’t supposed to happen while you’re down there.”
He scoffs. “It was very much on purpose. You squirted, baby girl.”
“That’s not all cum.”
“It most certainly is.”
“There’s so much of it.” A mixture of awe and horror tinge my voice.
“You were pent-up, but that won’t be a problem ever again. I have an insatiable appetite and plan to eat you for every meal.”
My thighs clench at his generous offer, but I’m still not over the amount of fluid I released. “How…?”
“That’s for me to know. You just get to lie back and let it happen.”
“It was pretty incredible,” I admit wistfully.
“Want another?” He appears committed to getting me off until I’m senseless.
Which isn’t happening unless he’s losing it alongside me. “I’m ready for the sex.”
Colton stands, but makes no move to strip off his jeans. “I want our date first.”
Bianca looks ready to throttle me. “That’s not funny, Stalker.”
“Good thing I didn’t tell a joke.”
“We’re not having this conversation again,” she snaps.
“Fine by me. Are you hungry? I can grill some steaks for dinner.”
“The only meat I want is yours. It’s time to deliver, big boy.” She makes a grabby-hands gesture at my groin.
“I’m not on the menu.”
“Then I shouldn’t have been either. What the fuck, Colt?”
My lips quirk. “Haven’t called me that in ages.”
