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I grab her chin and turn her face to me.
"Look at me, Annie," I command, and her eyes meet mine.
"Cole," she pleads.
"Shh," I murmur, and lean down, brushing my lips against hers.
She moans and surges forward, but I keep it light, teasing, just a hint of a touch.
"Please," she whispers.
"Please, what?"
"Make me come."
"You'll come," I say, and her body relaxes for a moment, until I continue. "When I decide you can come."
She whimpers and opens her mouth to protest, but I shake my head.
"You said you wanted this, right?" I say.
Her eyes are wide, and her lips tremble, but a second later, she nods.
"Then this is how it is, Annie," I say. "I decide when you come."
I lean down and kiss her, hard and deep, and she whimpers and moans against my mouth.
When I pull back, her eyes are dark and unfocused, and a shudder goes through her.
"Understand?" I ask, and she blinks and nods.
"I won't remind you again," I say patiently.
"Yes," she says, stumbling over the word. "I understand."
"Good girl," I say, and she shivers again, her lips parting.
I smirk and slide down her body again.
"Think you're ready to continue," I murmur and close my mouth over her pussy again.
"Another wh—oh God," she cuts off, her body tensing, as my mouth closes over her pussy again.
Chapter Eighteen
Annie
I think I'm dying. I'm breathing fire. My thoughts are scattered. I have no control over my body or the babbling words tumbling out of my mouth as Cole eats me like a man eating his last meal.
It's definitely better than some other ways to die.
But if I am going to die, I want to come first.
I feel that familiar feeling building inside of me, the long pulls of pleasure in my belly. I couldn't keep quiet if my life depended on it.
Luckily, Cole's mansion is so damn big, and the rooms seemingly soundproof, that I can be loud.
"Cole," I beg, my hands gripping his hair as he takes me up, up, up the cliff.