Page 47 of Beautiful Secrets

In one violent motion, he tugs my boxers down to my knees.

Every cell of my body wants to struggle, but instead I lie there, motionless, as he slides an arm under my hips and lifts my ass into the air, propping my knees under me. Then he grabs my thighs and spreads my legs. When I try and close them, he lands a solid slap on my ass.

“Move again and you’ll regret it.”

Tears of shame and panic and confusion stick strands of hair to my flushed cheeks. I doubt anything but his touch will ease the deep, painful throb between my legs.

He grabs the two halves of my ass and wrenches me open. His breath leaves him in a sigh as he caresses my pussy with his thumbs.

“Christ,” he whispers. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful pussy.”

His breath warms my skin. I tense, try and close my legs, but he stops me.

His tongue presses to the top of my pussy, just below my clit, and then teases its way through my folds, all the way to my ass.

If he hadn’t had his hands on me, I’d have collapsed on the bed. My spine flexes like a sapling, my muscles useless.

Tingles course electric through me as he licks me again. I moan against the sheets when he pauses halfway down my pussy and eases his tongue inside me.

When I turn my head to look back, he’s crouched behind me—utterly fixated on my pussy. His dark lashes flutter as he dives forward and gives me another tantalizingly slow lick.

Then he shoves a finger into my tight core, bites my ass, and starts unbuttoning his jeans.

I let out a long moan, and that finally gets his attention. He glances over at me, and then does a double take. His dick is already out, one hand wrapped around the base.

He stops fingering me, slowly lifting to his knees. Lining himself up with my pussy as he drags his finger out and smears my own juices over my skin.

I slap a hand over my mouth, desperately trying to stifle a panicked sob, but it breaks through anyway.

He stops with his dick pushing against my pussy. His brow furrows as his expression turns dark and severe.

Those calculating eyes remain fixed on me as he starts moving his hand up and down his shaft with a smooth, practiced motion. I struggle to keep my eyes on his, because I’ve never seen anything as darkly erotic as Cole jerking himself off with that strong hand.

The crown of his dick bumps against my pussy as he speeds up, and then he slides two fingers inside me again. I gasp, going onto my elbows so I can push back into him.

My eyes flutter closed. It’s as if he’s fucking me—those two strong fingers working my core—while the tip of his dick knocks against my backdoor.

Tentacles of glorious, aching pleasure spread through me.

And then he brushes my clit with his thumb.

A gasp shoots out of me. My body goes rigid as pleasure rockets through me, taking me higher and higher.

“Oh my God!” I moan. “I think…I think I’m going to—”

“Not yet, Mika,” Cole demands. “You hold off until I’m ready.”

His finger moves faster. His cock pushes against my hole, threatening to penetrate. His movements become urgent—the base of his palm slamming into my pelvic bone as he finger fucks me harder and harder and harder.

A climax hits me like a freight train. It comes on so violently, I barely notice when Cole’s hot load spurts over my pussy and my hole and my clit.

My hands are twisted in the sheets. My mouth gaping as I try to suck in air. My entire body convulses, my core gripping Cole’s fingers so he can’t pull them out.

He groans like he’s in pain, and then the hand he’s using to jerk off bumps against me as he finishes milking his cock over my pussy. When I begin to drip, he uses the tip of his dick to smear everything over my clenching pussy and throbbing clit.

Only when the ringing in my ears finally dies down, do I realize he’s murmuring something. Soft and low, as if to himself.

“What the fuck just happened?” he breathes out. Squeezes me with a big hand. Plants a tiny kiss at the base of my spine. “I was supposed to skin the rabbit, not fuck it.”