Page 32 of Colton

I let her. I want her to lose it.

The heat between us is suffocating.

She arches into me, moaning softly as I press my fingers deeper, pushing her closer to the edge.

“You like that?” I whisper against her mouth, my lips brushing hers as I speak. “You like when I touch you like this?”

She nods, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, and I can feel the tension in her body, the way she’s fighting to hold on.

But she won’t. Not for long.I’ll make sure of it.

I pull my hand away, and she whimpers at the loss, her eyes opening in confusion.

I smirk, knowing exactly what she wants.But she’s going to have to beg for it.

“Take off your clothes,” I order, my voice low and commanding.

She hesitates, just for a second, before her hands move to obey. She pulls her shirt over her head, and the sight of her bare skin, her curves—it’s enough to make me lose control. But I hold back. I want to savor this, savor her.

I yank off my own shirt, watching her the whole time. Her eyes trace over my body, and I see the way her pupils dilate, the way her lips part slightly.

She wants me. I can see it. I canfeelit.

“Come here,” I command, pulling her onto my lap, her bare skin pressing against mine. She gasps as our bodies collide, and I feel her warmth, her need. My hands grip her hips, and I pull her to me, grinding her along my hard length.

She moans, her hands gripping my shoulders for support as she moves with me, the friction driving us both insane. I can feel her heat, her wetness pressing against me through the thin fabric of her pants, and it’s taking everything in me not to rip them off and take her right here.

But I won’t. Not yet.

I want to hear her beg.

“Tell me what you want,” I whisper against her lips, my hands tightening on her hips, guiding her movements. “Tell me, Mary.”

“I want you,” she whimpers, her voice shaky, desperate.

I smirk, my grip tightening even more. “You’ll have to beg for it.”

Her eyes meet mine, wide and pleading, and I see the moment she gives in. The moment she’s mine.

“Please,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “Please, Colton. I want you. I need you.”

That’s all it takes.

I yank her pants down, and she lets out a breathless gasp as I push her back against the cold stone wall, positioning myself between her legs. I pause, just for a second, savoring the moment before I plunge into her, hard and fast.

Fuck! I knew she’d feel good, but this? This is something else. Otherworldly.

Her moan echoes through the basement, and I lose myself in the sound, in the feeling of her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my dick. It’s everything I’ve been craving, everything I’ve been waiting for. And now it’s mine.

She’s mine.

I move faster, harder, driving her into the wall, my hands gripping her hips so tightly, I know I’m leaving bruises. But I don’t care. She’s mine to do with as I please, and right now, all I want is to make her scream my name.

And she does.

She cries out, her nails digging into my back as she comes undone beneath me, her body shaking, her breathing ragged. I follow her over the edge, my release tearing through me like a storm, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

It’s just me and her. Nothing else.