“How about we have sex until we’re hungry?” I suggest with a grin plastered on my face.
“Oh, darling, I’m hungry, just not for food.” His words ignite an inferno in my belly as he carries me to the bedroom, and I know we’re not having dinner until much, much later tonight.
23
Colton
I’m woken by pleasure, blazing through my body. Every inch of me is awake, and I mean, every fucking inch. My eyes shoot open, and I find Violet taunting me with her mouth. Last night, we enjoyed a few rounds of sex before our dinner of grilled steak and chips.
But right now, Violet’s mouth is devouring me, and my toes curl as my blood heats with the need to be inside her again.
“Jesus,” I exclaim when she slides her mouth down the shaft, taking me all the way into her throat. The woman can make even the most pious man sin with the way she sucks cock.
Violet teases me as she lifts her head, her lips wrapped tightly around the hard shaft before she flicks her tongue along the tip. Just the sight of her doing that makes my release close in on edge, and I’m near the precipice when she suddenly sits up.
“What are you doing?” My voice is tight, with barely there restraint when my girl laughs. The sound tinkling over me, making my cock jerk with need.
She doesn’t say a word. It’s her actions that make me fist the goddamned sheets. Slowly, Violet straddles me, her pussy sliding over the wetness of my erection as she rubs herself against me, which earns her a groan of deeply rooted pleasure. She teases me until I’m arching my back off the bed. Her control is intoxicating, but I can’t take it for much longer. I reach for her, gripping her hips to stop her movement.
“Get the fuck on my dick, or I’m going to pin you down and make you scream my name,” I demand, my eyes blazing with desire as I grab her stare with my own.
A coy smile tilts her lips. “Anything you want, Mr. King,” she murmurs in a low, husky tone that makes my spine tingle as euphoria zips from my neck down to the base. Violet lifts herself, taking me in hand, and I watch as she slides her slick pussy down until I’m fully seated inside her.
And then, with her walls pulsing around me, she rides me slow and steady until I’m biting down on my lower lip until I taste blood. She’s a seductive tease as she rolls her hips, her hands splayed on my chest as she takes her pleasure and gives so much more in return.
The torturous movement is taking far too long for my liking, and I grip her hips once more, holding her still, and then I slam my body up into hers. Her voluptuous tits bounce with every thrust, and her cries of pure pleasure bounce off the walls as I claim her body the same way I did last night.
My cock thickens inside her, causing her to gasp. She’s close; I can feel her fluttering around my erection. With one hand on her tit and the other at her pussy, I send her over the edge as I circle her clit with my thumb and taunt her hardened nipple between my two fingers.
I can’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to come,” I warn her, but she only nods, and I can’t stop my release from shattering me as I fill her pussy. Violet leans down her body over mine, her head on my chest. “I couldn’t stop.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” she murmurs. We did talk about safety, being tested, but I always wear a condom. This is the first time in my life I ever felt a woman bare.
“I just didn’t—”
“Shh, just enjoy the moment,” she comforts, and we lie there in sated bliss for a long while as the sun tries to peek through the silver clouds. Even though it’s cold outside, we’re warm indoors in each other’s arms.
After our weekend away, I was whisked to LA to meet producers about another show that’s been on their radar, which they want to talk to me about it. Thankfully, it’s not a reality show. I can’t deal with another one of those. Even though Brazen Bachelor is doing well and ratings are high, it’s been a couple of weeks, and it’s taking a toll on Violet and me.
As much as I want to spend time with her, filming has been frustrating with the cameras following me night and day. Parties in clubs I would never attend have been put into my diary, and Blythe has been my escort for most of them.
Even though I do get the odd moment to sneak away and see my girl, it’s not the same as a normal relationship. Watching the sun go down, I grab my phone and hit dial on her number. LA is very different from New York, and I have to say, I miss the East Coast.