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forty-five

Cole

As soon as we have the words out in the open, Rory and I become desperate for each other. She runs her fingers through my hair as I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and carrying her to my bedroom.

But this isn’t us frantically trying to rip each other’s clothes off.

There’s a need between us still, but everything about this moment is passionate. There’s a fire blazing between us, but we’re not letting ourselves get consumed by the flames.

This time, the moment is about us , not our desires.

When we get to my room, I set her down on the bed and place a chaste kiss on her lips, gazing into her eyes.

God, she’s beautiful.

“I love you,” I say, lips brushing over hers.

“I love you, too.”

“Don’t forget how much I love you when I have you underneath me. Anything I say is purely in the moment. I think the fucking world of you.”

Rory places her palm on my cheek. “I know, Cole. I know how you are in the bedroom, and I know how you are outside of it. I will never doubt your love. I couldn’t possibly do that when you look at me like I hung the damn moon.”

“I like to think rather that I look at you like you hung the stars in the sky. That’s more fitting for my Starlight.”

She smiles and presses her forehead against mine. “You’re incredible.”

Before I can reply, she kisses me fervently while sliding her hands under the hem of my black T-shirt. She delicately traces my abs as she strokes her tongue against mine.

I grab my shirt by the collar and pull it over my head, breaking our kiss as I do. Rory’s eyes roam my body, lust taking over her features.

No woman has ever made me feel as wanted as she does.

I reach for the hem of her dark gray sweater and slowly remove it. My dick grows harder, and I groan as I take in what’s underneath.

“See something you like, Pierce?” she teases, placing a finger under my chin.

“You know I do. Fuck , you’re so sexy, baby.”

This lingerie set is new. I’d know if she wore this one before.

This one is in her favorite color—maroon—and has so many straps on the bra that I wonder how she even got it on. There’s enough lace to cover her nipples, but not much more than that.

“My thong matches, you know.”

“Show me,” I demand, not trying to hide how desperate I am to see her.

Rory quickly obliges, unbuttoning her jeans and forcefully pushing the denim down her legs and kicking them to the side.

And just as she said, it’s a matching set.

I remove my own jeans and say, “I’m buying you that set in every color. Goddamn.”

“Don’t rip this set when you take it off. I love the way you’re looking at me in it.”

I lean over her, her back hitting the mattress as I cage her in my arms. “I make no promises, baby girl. If your panties are covering Daddy’s pussy, I’ll take them off by any means necessary.”

“Does Daddy want a taste of his pussy?”

It takes everything in me not to come on the spot. I know I like talking dirty in bed, but I never knew I enjoyed being dirty-talked to until Rory.

Or maybe that’s something I only like when she’s the one doing it.

Either way, I’m horny as fuck right now.

I capture her lips before responding. “Daddy always wants a taste of his pussy. Now, spread those thighs and show me what’s mine.”

Rory quickly spreads for me, and I fall to my knees before her. “Too much fabric?”

“There’s always way too much fucking fabric,” I mutter, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her thong and pulling them down her legs. “There we go. Much better.” I tease my thumb along her slit. “I don’t think you’re wet enough.” Without giving her time to reply, I lean forward and spit directly onto her pussy.

“Did you just spit on me?” she asks in surprise.

“Yeah. And I bet you liked it, my dirty little slut.”

“I did,” she admits. “Am I wet enough now, Daddy?”

I swipe my tongue over her. “Mhmm,” I murmur, lips still pressed against her pussy.

I place my hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading them further apart as I feast on her.

I thrust my tongue inside of her. I flick it over her clit. I travel further down, lapping it at the hole I claimed last night.

Rory writhes above me, unable to keep still.

Without warning, I thrust two fingers inside of her. “Fuck!” she yells.

I hook my fingers, brushing over the bundle of nerves on her front wall. The spot she seemed to really like when we recorded our video. “Can I make you squirt again, baby?” I ask, letting her know my exact intentions.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Perfect.”

I lap my tongue at her clit while hooking an arm over her lower abdomen, pressing down as I tease my fingers over the spot inside of her.

“Oh God…” Rory says breathlessly.

“God isn’t down here, baby girl. It’s me enjoying the taste of your delicious cunt.”

“You’re… better… anyway…” she manages to say between moans.

I’m smug as I continue what I’m doing, licking her and teasing her as I bring her close to the edge. When I feel her start to contract around me, I know she’s getting close.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh… it feels so good.”

“Come on Daddy’s tongue then, and let me taste just how good I make you feel.”

It takes a few more flicks of my tongue and a few more strokes of my fingers, but when she comes, she comes hard .

Rory’s release floods me, soaking my hand and hitting my arm and chest. I’m soaked in her essence, and I need to taste it. She’s still sensitive from her orgasm, but I lick her anyway, gathering her cum and enjoying her addictive taste.

When I’ve cleaned her up, I stand and push my boxers to the ground, freeing my rock-hard cock. I gather the pre-cum leaking out on my finger and bring it to her mouth.

Her eyes are still closed as I tap my finger on her lips. “Open.” When she does, I slip my finger inside, giving her a taste of me.

“God, you taste good,” she moans, opening her eyes. She looks at me in surprise when she notices my drenched skin. “Is that from me?!”

I smirk and press my body on top of her. “Sure is, baby girl. You squirted all over me, and now I’m covered in you.”

“That’s… hot.”

I grab the strap of her bra in my hand. “Take this off. Unless you want me to tear it off instead.”

“Don’t you dare,” she laughs.

When Rory slips the bra off of her arms, I lean down and suck a nipple into my mouth, teasing my tongue over the pebbled peak before repeating the action on the other side.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, Rory,” I say, lining myself up at her entrance. She complies, hooking her ankles and pulling me closer.

I slip inside of her without resistance, sliding to the hilt in one thrust.

“Yes…” she moans, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck and pulling my body down to hers.

I slide out and back in easily. “I’ll never get over how it feels to fuck you, baby.”

“I love when you fuck me. Your cock fills me up so well. It feels so good.”

I groan, trying to keep myself grounded. “If you say things like that, I’m going to come way too quickly.”

I slam in and out of her continuously, picking up my pace until I settle on the speed that makes her scream. “Do it then. Fill me with your cum, Daddy. I want to feel you dripping out of me.”

Jesus fucking Christ, this woman.

“Not yet,” I grit. “Want to fuck you right first.”

I capture her mouth, swirling my tongue with hers as my hips move frantically, desperate to feel her clench around me.

Rory slips her hand between us, letting it rest between her legs as she starts teasing her clit.

“Ohhh…”

“Daddy’s little slut, trying to make herself come. You want to come around my cock, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she cries. “I want to come on your cock.”

I let out a breath, resigning myself to the understanding that there’s no way I can last much longer.

“Come with me,” I say, slowing my thrusts down slightly.

I kiss her again, passionately and tenderly, as we both chase our orgasms—her second of the night, my first.

I feel her flutter around me, and I want to push her over the edge. With my words this time. Instead of dirty talk, I choose honesty.

“I love you,” I murmur against her lips. “God, I fucking love you, Rory.”

It works because she immediately cries out, clenching around me and pulling my own orgasm out of me.

We stay in our position for a minute, breathless and trying to calm our racing hearts.

Once we recover, I pull out of her, already missing the contact. I lie down beside her on the bed and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in against my chest.

“You’re incredible. You’re so fucking incredible.”

She smiles up at me so sweetly. “I love you, Cole.”

“I love you, too, Rory. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life falling more in love with you.”

“I can’t wait,” she replies sleepily, obviously exhausted after two orgasms.

So I leave her where she is, letting her fall asleep on my chest.

I won’t keep her like this long—I still need to clean her up. But I will enjoy it for a moment because watching the woman I love sleeping comfortably upon me just pulls me in even deeper.

We’re still at the start of our forever, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.