Cole’s eyes are locked on the untouched space between my legs as if he’s hypnotized. For a moment, I worry that I broke something inside him. He doesn’t move. He barely even breathes. He just stares.

I dip my finger into my pussy and graze over my sensitive nub, letting out an involuntary moan as I imagine him touching me.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” Cole growls. “You’re being a very bad girl right now, aren’t you?”

I glance at him with a smirk and roll my nipple before opening my legs as wide as I possibly can so he can’t miss a single thing I’m doing. “Yeah,” I breathe the word. “Well, maybe I’m tired of being a good girl, Cole. I’m tired of living life in a bubble. If it’s naughty to want you to fuck me, then I’ll be your bad little girl.” I grind up against my hand as I tease my clit.

Cole suddenly springs up in bed, startling me. Before I have a chance to say a word, he grabs me and moves over the edge of the bed. His fingers dig into my wrists and he drags me over his lap, “You want to be naughty, sweetheart?” He doesn’t hold back as he delivers a stinging slap to my bare ass. “Do you think it’s been easy for me to keep my hands off you?” He sharply brings down his hard palm against my tender butt and I cry out and squirm to move away from the pain. “Do you think this is all just a game, Abbie? That you can just toy with me?” He spanks me again and again until tears form in the corners of my eyes.

“No!” I sob. “I’m not trying to toy with you, I want you Cole. I want you to take my virginity. I want you to make me yours,” I wait for his hand to clap down against my flesh again, but it doesn’t. Instead, Cole soothes my skin by rubbing his hand flat over my red ass. I lie over his knee, and moan as I open my legs a little. His thick fingers trail over the curve of my ass and slide over my pussy, teasing me as he just barely grazes the surface.

The pain dissipates and the blooming heat of bliss begins to radiate through me as Cole drags his finger across my entrance. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs approvingly.

I push down the shyness that tries to overcome my senses. The part of me that would normally cringe away from having my body, having my secret desires, analyzed like this. I know all too well where that path leads, the safe one, the risk free one, where I clam up and Cole backs off. The one where I live with the regret of not going through with this for the rest of my life.

No.

Not today.

“I’m wet for you, Cole,” I whisper and squirm against his hard cock pressing in against my belly.

Cole gives my ass another unexpected slap and I yelp with surprise. “Get down on your knees, Abbie. I’m gonna put my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours and give you a taste of what I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy with,” he guides me down to the ground in front of him. I sit on my haunches with my hands on my knees watching obediently as he undoes his pants. I can’t hide the shock on my face as his dick is released and swings under its own weight, almost slapping my face.

I know I’m staring, but I’ve never seen a hard cock in real life before. I can’t stop studying it, the way the veins protrude from the shaft, like a roadmap leading to pleasure. I let my eyes travel over it hungrily, slowly trailing upward like a mountain climber reaching the summit of Everest. The large head of his dick has a single bead of clear liquid on top, I lean over him and swipe it off with my tongue as Cole groans.

“Open your mouth, Abbie,” he demands, grabbing my hair and pulling my face toward his lap.

I don’t need to be asked again, I want to feel his member on my tongue. I press my lips over him, breathing hot air over his cock and flatten my tongue so he can slide inside my mouth. I’m not really sure how to give a blowjob properly, so I’m happy when Cole shows me what he wants by guiding my head up and down his thick shaft with one of his hands on each side of my head.

As he pulls my face deeper into his lap, I can hear him making deep, guttural noises of approval that keep me going. I love that I can make him feel this way. It’s an incredible sense of power to know that I can reduce him to an incoherent string of noises by only using my mouth.

Cole pulls my hair back and my lips slide off of him with a pop. I look up at him as his eyes flash at me.

“Get up here,” he extends his hand and helps lift me to my feet, pulling me to the bed. “On your hands and knees,” he demands.

I climb up onto the bed and face him on all fours and a smirk splashes onto his face. “Not like that,” he flips me around so my ass is in his face. “Perfect.” He slides his hand over the backs of my thighs with approval.

Self-consciousness begins to swirl inside me as I wait for Cole to do something. To say something. For something… anything to happen.

“Put your head on the bed, keep that ass up. Understand?” I feel his broad hand press down between my shoulder blades as I drop my head down and lay the side of my face flat against the blankets. Cole slowly slides his hand over my ass before I feel his soft tongue flicker between my lips. I moan into the comforter and open my legs a little wider as he delves between my lips and gives me a long, wet lick from my clit back to my center, then past it and up to my asshole. A jolt runs through me. I never expected him to kiss me there. I try to relax as he tongues my ass, twisting against my puckered hole. It feels intense, and just as I start to get used to it, he stops and buries his face in me from behind and begins licking and sucking my clit.

Cole slides back until he falls to his knees on the floor and digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me back until my pussy is resting on his mouth. He licks his finger and presses it against my asshole as he continues to flicker his tongue over my sensitive nub. He pushes against me slowly, until my ass accepts his finger and makes me feel really full. Cole slides another finger into my pussy and I can feel the vibration as he grunts against my clit. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls as my pussy stretches to accommodate his finger.

If that’s what only one of his fingers feels like, what is his dick going to feel like? Nerves flutter over me at the idea, but Cole quickly licks me to distraction. He slowly fucks my ass and pussy with his fingers as he eats me out. The intensity of each sensation is overwhelming and it isn’t long before the heat pooled in my belly seems to splash outward, and an insane orgasm shudders through me like the crashing waves of the ocean, receding into the tiny ripples of a stone thrown into a pond.

Cole stands up behind me and I slump over onto the bed, rolling onto my side, I can see his still hard cock exposed from his open pants.

“Please Cole,” my voice is raspy as I beg him.

“Please what?” He looks amused as he slides his hand down over his cock and smirks down at me.

“Please, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me,” I swallow hard and look up at him. Even though he just gave me the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced, my body is crying out for more. I won’t be satisfied until he fills me with his huge cock.

Cole’s eyes darken and he frowns. “I don’t have any condoms,” his eyebrows furrow. “And I can’t imagine you’re on birth control, are you?”

I shake my head from side to side, “can’t you just not finish inside me?” I ask hopefully, I can’t give up this easy. Not after getting this close.

Cole raises an eyebrow playfully and nods. “If you’re sure this is what you want,” he searches my face carefully.

“It is,” despite the quiver I feel inside me, my voice stays calm and firm.

Cole doesn’t refuse me this time. He peels off his shirt, revealing his thick, muscular chest. Next, he tugs his pants down, exposing his cut, powerful thighs. Not that I spend much time looking at his legs. Not when he has a monster third leg swaying at attention to distract me.

Cole climbs onto the bed next to me and runs his hand over my hair, “Are you sure, Abbie? You’re going to be leaving soon and you’ll never see me again. I don’t want you walking away with regrets,” he levels me with his eyes.

“The only thing I would walk away from here with is the regret of not giving myself to you,” I answer him honestly. I don’t tell him about how the bigger regret would be to leave him behind. To walk out of his life is something I can’t begin to let myself imagine.

“Okay,” he answers and the mattress heaves under us as Cole moves between my legs.