She squeals in surprise, and her hair covers half of her face. She blows it out of the way as I crawl between her legs. “My heels …”
“Leave them on.” I plan on wrapping my fists around them.
Her hands grip my tux, and she yanks on it, trying to pull me to her. “Take it off,” she moans, and I laugh at her lack of patience. “Cole,” she growls.
“What?” I grab her wrists and pin them above her head.
She squirms underneath me. Arching her back, she clenches her teeth and her chest heaves. She’s getting pissed. And I’m hard as a fucking rock.
I cross her wrists and wrap one hand around them, holding them down. My now free hand goes between her legs. She spreads them the best she can for me. “So fucking wet, baby.”
“Please,” she begs.
I slide a finger into her. “Is this what you want?”
“No.” Her response is breathless, and she bucks her hips, wanting more.
“What is it that you want?” I ask, pulling out my finger and thrusting two in this time. My thumb runs over her clit, teasing her.
Her hips buck again, and her heels dig into the comforter. “You. I want you.”
“You want me to what, sweetheart?” I love fucking with her. Ever since the night I met her in the cemetery, I’ve wanted her like this. And I take full advantage of it.
“Fuck me. Please? Cole, just fuck me!” she cries out to me.
I still don’t wanna give her what she wants. I wanna make her wait. Because I know come tomorrow morning, things will be different. I’m gonna have to push her away no matter how much it kills me. This is for her safety. From me. From the group. From everyone. I’m willingly going to give her up and pray that she comes back to me.
Just the thought makes me sick.
“Cole?” she snaps, trying to free her hands from my grip. It doesn’t work. “What are you … Please?” she begs again, wiggling her hips under me.
Her perfect tits are right there. I could easily bend down and take a hard nipple into my mouth, but I’m not going to. Not yet.
I lower my head and nuzzle her neck, breathing her in. She already has a thin layer of sweat covering her skin. “I’m gonna fuck you, sweetheart. I just wanna hear you beg for it first.”
“I am,” she whimpers.
“Beg for my cock, Austin. Beg for me to be inside you. Owning you. Fucking you. Destroying you.” I want to hear the desperation in her voice. The need for me. Because I know it will be a long time before I hear it again. Come tomorrow, she’s gonna hate me. More than she ever has.
She struggles underneath me. Her green eyes narrow up at me, and I smile down at her. “So beautiful.”
“I need you,” she chokes out, body shaking. “Please, God …” She arches her back. “I need you to fuck me …” she all but cries out.
I just watch her. She’s getting herself worked up, and she looks fucking gorgeous like this. “So needy.”
“Cole!” she growls. Her heels continue to dig in the bed, and I hear the sheets rip. I smile. Her muscles tense in her wrists that I continue to hold down. “You fucking own me,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut. “Is that what you want?” She sucks in a long breath. “You own me. I need you … please …”
But do you love me?
I shake my head at that thought. She could never feel that for me. Not after what I’ve done to her. But I’ll prove that I can do better. Be better. You’re gonna love me, Austin Lowes, no matter what I have to do to get you back after I hurt you for the last time.
“See, was that so hard?” I tease.
Her eyes spring open and narrow up at me. I release her wrists, and she reaches up, yanking my shirt open, and my buttons go flying. She grips the back of my neck and yanks my head down to hers. I kiss her desperately. My tongue dances with hers as I reach my free hand down, unzip my slacks, and take my hard dick in my hand. I rub it against her pussy. Using my thighs, I pry hers apart and slide into her. Painfully slowly. Feeling her stretch for me. My cock. She feels so fucking good.
She rips her mouth from mine and lets out a moan before biting her bottom lip. Her eyes close, and she arches her back.
“This what you want?” I wanna fuck her so hard that tomorrow she won’t be able to walk away from me. She’ll have to crawl. “See what happens when you’re a good girl?”
“Yes. God … yes.” Her breath catches, and I pull out of her just as slowly as I entered her.