“Fuck, Brooke. Do you have any idea how hot you look with your pretty lips stretched around my cock?”
Cole’s words give me a feeling of feminine power. That I’m in control. I have power over this sexy man. It makes me more confident, and it makes me wet.
Just when I’m starting to get into the dick sucking zone, Cole gently cups my jaw, using his thumb to press against my cheek as he slides out of my mouth.
“What…”
Cole’s muscular body leans over me until I’m forced to fall flat on my back.
“Hey, I wasn’t done.”
“I want to be inside you when I come.”
“What if I wanted to make you come with my mouth? Why do you get to be in charge?”
I realize it’s silly to argue about how he comes, but it’s the principle, am I right?
Cole’s mouth moves into the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen. That smirk should be patented and marketed; women everywhere would be helpless against it.
“Do you want to be in charge, Brooke?”
Cole’s blue eyes scan my face as he gathers my wrists in his hands and eases my arms above my head. His hold is gentle, and I could easily move out of it. With his body pressed against mine, I can feel his hard length sandwiched between us, pressing on my stomach. The weight of him, both his body and his hard cock, feels delicious against my skin. My body responds with a rush of liquid heat between my thighs. I like the feeling of him holding me down, pressing me into the mattress and feeling him everywhere. If that means he’s in control, I can live with that. I want more of that.
He keeps one hand on my wrists while the other hand snakes down my body until it’s between my thighs. This time when his fingers slide inside me, Cole doesn’t stroke me, but uses them to stretch me from side to side.
I’m so wet and I’m dying for more friction.
“More.” I rock my hips up into him, hoping he’ll take the hint and thrust his fingers inside me.
Cole presses his thumb onto my clit, but it’s not what I want.
What I like about random hookups and one-night stands is there’s no time to be self-conscious, you need to get what you want because there are no second chances. Leaving satisfied or unsatisfied usually depends on how well one’s needs are verbalized.
“Cole, put your dick inside me.”
Still, it’s important to be polite.
“Please.” It comes out whinier than I had intended.
He chuckles at my demand, but he seems like he’s going to oblige, moving off me to grab a condom out of his bedside table. My body feels chilled with him gone, but then he’s back and I relish his heat. My hands explore his chest as Cole tears open the condom packet. I don’t miss that it’s a Trojan extra-large. My sex clenches with anticipation of what is to come.
Cole rolls on the condom and positions himself at my entrance. His head nudges inside and I can already tell it’s going to be a snug fit. When he thrusts into me, I can’t help but clench down at the intrusion. A breathless ahhh leaves my lips. I haven’t been a virgin for a long time, but there’s something about his size that makes me feel like sex is new. Like it’s my first time, not my last, at least for a while.
Cole’s jaw is clenched and I can tell he’s fighting to not move while I adjust to his size. I tell myself to relax, and take a few deep breaths. He starts to move, slowly in, slowly out. The friction I had been craving is there. It’s already the best sex I’ve had and I haven’t even come yet. Cole lowers himself back down on top of me, his arms bracketing my head.
“You feel amazing. So fucking tight.”
His lips lower to mine, a soft kiss that turns hot and needy in no time at all. Our chests are pressed together, my sensitive nipples relishing the drag of his chest with every thrust. Our lips tangle, Cole’s hands are everywhere, sliding along my jaw, my neck, my waist, until he’s cupping my ass to change the angle so he can thrust in deeper. I feel my orgasm building. I want to come, but I also don’t want it to end. I try to hold off, but the thrust of Cole’s dick and the expert roll of his hips wins out in the end. When my orgasm hits, it’s like a tidal wave. Cole stills for a moment as my muscles clamp down hard on him, milking his cock deep inside me.
After my orgasm subsides, Cole lifts up off of me, and hooks his arms under my knees, lifting my ass off the bed. His gaze drops to where we are joined and I can tell by the dark look in his eyes he likes what he sees.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow. When you sit down, you’re going to remember how it felt to have my cock buried deep inside you.”
With my lower body angled up this way, I can see where he’s moving in and out of me, too. I’m so wet now, I can feel myself dripping down the crack of my ass. The sound of our breathing mingles with the slick suction sound of Cole sliding in and out of me. I’m completely caught off guard when I feel another orgasm building. I’m actually kind of annoyed. Is this guy for real?
Cole must sense it, too, as he speeds up his thrusts, then moves a hand over to stroke my clit.
“I can’t…”
