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twenty-seven

Rory

My words unlock a ferocity in Cole like I’ve never seen. The moment I give in is his complete undoing.

His kiss is full of fire and sin.

He presses his body on top of me, leaving me utterly defenseless beneath him. This six-foot-tall professional shortstop that is so far out of my goddamn league has me trapped, but I’ve never loved a feeling more than I love this.

Cole breaks our kiss, now ghosting kisses up my neck as he leaves a trail to my ear. “I’ve always wondered what you would look like underneath me.”

“And what do you think?” I say breathlessly as he nips my earlobe.

His voice is husky and needy as he whispers, “In all my fantasies, you’re underneath me with nothing on.”

“And in all of mine, you’re on top of me with nothing on.”

“God, you are fucking perfect.”

He descends on me again, capturing my lips as he props himself up on one hand, letting the other push up the hem of the red long-sleeve dress I’m wearing. “Take this off. Now . Spent the past three weeks fucking my hand to the memory of you naked in my bed. Need to see the real thing again.”

Cole’s words are filthy and honest. I’ve never been so aroused by a man telling me he jacks off while thinking about me. And my dad is a Hall of Fame player—I heard that shit from his fans before I was even legal.

I gently push Cole off me, and we both stand up. I grab the hem of my dress and slowly pull it over my head, leaving me in the red lacy bra and thong I put on underneath.

His pupils are blown as he takes me in, hand immediately cupping himself over his pants. I’ve never felt great about my body, but Cole has me thinking differently. No one has ever looked at me the way he is right now—like just seeing me like this could ruin him, and he’d still thank me for the honor.

Without taking his eyes off me, he uses one hand to pull his black sweater over his head, leaving me with the sight of his deliciously inked skin. His gray slacks are next, unbuttoned and shoved to the floor in a rough push.

In nothing but a pair of tight-as-hell black boxer briefs, Cole pulls me in, kissing me hungrily, as if I’m his favorite meal and he’s been starving for days.

“Just as fucking beautiful as I remember,” he murmurs against my lips.

Emboldened by his candor, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders as my breasts fall free. His groan as I do is guttural.

“You sure know how to make a girl feel good, Cole.”

“Oh, I’ll make you feel very good, baby. I told you I’m going to take care of you, and that starts with me laying you out in this bed and fucking you into the mattress. Hard.”

“Deep, too, I hope,” I tease.

Cole grabs my ass with both hands, pressing me against his erection. “Very deep. So deep you won’t be able to walk normally tomorrow while you tell all of our friends that nothing happened tonight.”

My panties are growing increasingly damp. “Then stop talking and show me.”

He quickly shoves my thong down my legs before pushing me onto the bed. When I fall back onto the covers, he drops to his knees before me.

“Let me see you.” I look down to find Cole’s gaze heated like he’s ready to devour me. When I don’t respond right away, he adds, “Rory, be a good little slut, and let me have that perfect cunt again.”

“I already know you can make me come like that, Cole. You don’t have to.”

He looks at me, confused. “Do you not want me to?”

“No, it’s not that. God, you have no idea how good your tongue feels.”

“Then are you doubting just how sweet you taste? How delicious your pussy is?” Cole puts his hands on the inside of my thighs, slowly starting to open my legs. “Because I’ll tell you something, Rory girl. That night after your party when I got off from getting you off? That was only partly because my fingers were buried inside you. The entire time I was finger-fucking you, I was remembering how good you were. I could taste you on my tongue, the memory was so strong. I’ll always give you the choice, baby—you’ll have the final say in everything we do. But don’t doubt for a goddamn minute that pleasuring you isn’t as much for me as it is for you.”

I stare at him for a moment, completely breathless and in awe of the man trying to nudge my legs open so he can pleasure me the way he wants to. I watch a devious smile tug at his lips as I spread, baring all of myself to him.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, biting his lip as he stares at what’s in front of him. “That’s my good girl, listening to me and opening wide. God, look at you. Your cunt is already dripping for me. So needy, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan as he drags a finger along my core, gathering up my arousal. “I’m so needy for you, Cole.”

“So sexy when you’re desperate.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, licking up my slit. “Oh, yes…”

“So good,” he mutters, mouth still pressed against me. “I’m glad no one did this right for you before. If they had, you wouldn’t be here now. There’s no goddamn way anyone could let you go after tasting how sweet you are when you come.”

His tongue laps at my clit, and I thread my fingers through his hair. Cole lifts my legs and places them over his shoulders, pulling me in even closer.

“Mmm” is the only sound I can make as he pushes a finger inside me. I’ve had his cock, but even just one finger is enough to stretch me out.

“Does my girl want another finger?”

His girl .

Am I actually Cole’s girl?

I think I am.

Holy shit, do I like the sound of that.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “Give me another. Or two. I don’t care; just don’t stop.”

“Not stopping until you come all over my tongue again, baby. Need to taste you.”

Cole works his middle finger inside me while continually lapping at my clit, and I’m already feeling the first flutters of my impending orgasm. That feeling only gets stronger as he pushes his ring finger inside, now thrusting three fingers into me at the same pace his tongue is working me.

“Oh, Cole… fuck… How are you so good at this?”

“I told you men know how to take care of a woman.”

Yes, they do, and Cole Pierce is all man. I laughed when he said that last month, but goddamn, he wasn’t lying.

“Yes!” I moan loudly as he hooks a finger inside me. “Just like that. Oh God…”

“You’re close, baby. I can feel you pulsing around my fingers. Let go. Drown me like the dirty slut I know you are.”

I’ve never had a man talk to me this way.

But Cole being the one to dominate and degrade me?

I might as well kiss my feminism good-fucking-bye because I will physically and metaphorically drop to my knees for this man.

As he hooks his fingers again, hitting so deep inside me, I fall apart.

“Cole! Oh God, yes!”

He groans as I come, coaxing me through my orgasm with his God-tier tongue.

When I come down, he swipes at me one more time before standing up, eyes devilish as he licks the remainder of my arousal from his lips. In a flash, he’s on top of me, mouth on mine.

“I have never tasted anything as sweet as your cunt, Rory girl. You are fucking delectable.”

I run my hands down his body, taking my time as I trace the definition of his chest and abdomen before stopping at the waistband of his boxers. “I still haven’t gotten to taste you.”

His smile is devious. “You think you’ve earned that? You think you’ve earned my cock? I don’t know. Have you been a good girl?”

I nod enthusiastically. I’ve never wanted to submit for somebody the way I do for Cole. He can degrade me all he wants and then praise me for listening. I apparently get off on all of it.

He stands up, arms crossed, as he looks at me. “Sit.”

I quickly comply, resting my hands on the edge of the mattress and pulling myself into position in front of him.

Cole taps my lip with his thumb now. “Open.” I do as he says, and he slips his thumb inside. “Now suck.”

I close my lips around his thumb, running my tongue along the bottom as I create suction with my cheeks. Heat flashes in his eyes as he watches me.

He takes his hand away and immediately hooks both of them into the waistband of his boxers, shoving them to the ground as his hard cock pops out, precum already leaking from his tip.

I really want to lick it off.

“Maybe you have been good. And good girls get rewards.” Cole doesn’t take his eyes off me as he walks himself backward, slowly making his way to the sofa across the room and sitting down. “Crawl to me, Rory.”

I have never crawled to a man before. I would have told them to shove their dick up their own ass and fuck off.

But with Cole, I fall to the ground without a second thought, crawling on all fours across the floor and not taking my eyes off him. His gaze is penetrating, and I feel it in my core.

When I reach the sofa, I stand on my knees before him, waiting for his approval. Because apparently, I’m so far gone that the independent woman I’ve always been is just a dim memory, and all I want to hear is how I’m doing.

“Good fucking girl.” I melt at the praise. “You’ve done well. Do you think you’ve earned my cock?”

I’m not sure what possesses me to say it, but, “Yes, Daddy,” slips out before my brain catches up.

I watch Cole’s eyes darken, and his nostrils flare, and then he reaches out, wrapping my hair around his wrist. “That’s right. Now suck Daddy’s cock.”

I immediately stick out my tongue, licking up the precum leaking out the tip of his cock. His taste is salty and masculine, and I think I’m already addicted.

Cole’s hips buck up when I wrap my lips around him, taking him in as deep as I can, which really only ends up being a little over half of his long length. I run my tongue along the underside of his dick, spending extra time teasing the sensitive flesh on the bottom of the head.

“Oh, Jesus fuck , baby,” he moans, throwing his head back in pure seductive pleasure. “That mouth is hot as hell.”

I take him deep again, sealing my lips around his length and hollowing out my cheeks to create suction. I watch his eyes roll back as I start moving on him, bobbing up and down as I tease my tongue along his shaft.

“Fuck… God, yes!” His voice is gravelly, like he’s already close to falling apart. When I bring my hand up to stroke him in tandem with my sucking, he groans, enjoying me for a moment before quickly pulling me away. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to embarrass me. Can’t last in that hot mouth of yours.”

I smile maliciously as I climb onto his lap. “And you think you can last inside me?”

Cole chuckles, and I love that even in intimate moments, we can still let go enough to not be too serious. “Not a snowball’s chance in hell I can last inside you. But I really want to fuck you again, and I can’t do that if you keep sucking me off.”

“So then fuck me, Cole,” I challenge, desperate to feel him inside me.

He smiles slyly before his expression changes, now looking anguished. “Rory, I wasn’t expecting to be in your room right now. My condoms are still in my bag.”

I raise my eyebrow mischievously. “You weren’t expecting this, but you packed condoms?”

He presses his forehead against mine. “I hoped for this, but I didn’t think it would happen this second.” He sighs. “I don’t have a condom on me right now.”

“So don’t use one then,” I say confidently, rubbing my pussy along the length of his cock.

Cole looks at me in surprise. “Bare? You want me to fuck you bare?”

I smile at him sweetly. “I trust you. I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone since I last got tested. I’m on birth control, too. I want you to be the first. I’ve never done that before.”

His groan is full of longing and need. “Fuck, me either, baby. Nothing to report from my last test, and that was well after I was with somebody last.”

“Then fuck me, Cole. No condom, just you and me.”

Instead of positioning me on top of him like I expected, he hooks his hands under my thighs and carries me effortlessly to the bed, laying my head against the pillows as he climbs in between my legs.

His cock rests at my entrance, and his mouth captures mine before he starts slipping inside.

“Oh fuck ,” he cries as he breaks our kiss. “Your cunt feels like Heaven. Wet, warm Heaven.”

“You feel so good, Cole,” I moan. “Give me more.”

He slowly slips the rest of the way in, and our hips press together as he buries himself fully inside me. “So pretty,” he murmurs. “So fucking pretty when you take all of my cock.”

Cole starts thrusting in and out of me, and I’m already losing my goddamn mind. Every time he pulls out, I can see his cock glisten with my arousal, and it inches me closer to another orgasm.

His hand finds my neck, his thumb lightly rubbing up the column of my throat. I throw my head back when he adds the slightest bit of pressure. “Yes,” I moan loudly, probably waking up half of my floor without a care in the world. “Harder.”

He understands my meaning without having to clarify. His thumb presses slightly harder as his hips piston faster, slamming into me repeatedly.

“I can’t control myself with you, Starlight.” He leans down, nibbling on my collarbone as he ghosts his lips over my skin. “You make me come faster than I ever have. Perfect pussy on my perfect, greedy slut.”

He leans his body closer to mine, adjusting his angle enough that every thrust causes him to graze against my clit.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I mutter, barely able to form words with the delirium settling in.

“Fuck.” His words are barely coherent, stumbling out of him as he moves ever faster. He props himself up on one arm and kisses me before brushing his lips against mine. “I’m so close, baby.” His steel blue eyes find mine before asking, “Can I come inside you?”

“Yes,” I say without even needing to think about it. “Come inside me, Cole. Make me yours.”

His smile is both sweet and devious. “You’ve been mine. You just fought that for a while.”

Before I can argue, his lips are on mine again, and our tongues are dancing, both of us inching closer to our releases. I find mine courtesy of how deep Cole hits me while his body brushes against my clit.

He finds his courtesy of my pussy clenching around him as I come.

“Cole!”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groans, stilling his hips as he releases inside of me and fills me with every drop of his cum.

Once he has nothing left inside him, Cole collapses onto the bed next to me, pulling my head onto his chest. “How was that, baby?” he asks, placing a chaste kiss on my temple.

“Perfect,” I answer, smiling brightly at him.

“Yes, you are, Rory. Yes, you fucking are.”