Page 37 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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A s soon as I open the front door, I grab Colton’s hoodie in my fist, yanking him toward me, crashing our mouths together. All because I don’t want to talk, I just want to feel.

He goes willingly, thoroughly kissing me like he needs this as much as I do. When I start to rip off his clothes, he grabs my hands stopping me.

“Are you okay?” he asks, while I’m trying to break out of his hold.

“Yes, just fuck me.”

“So, you want to be my good little slut tonight, Baby Collee, is that it?” His hold on my wrists tightens slightly.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He takes my wrists in one hand and uses his other to pull my bottom lip down to reveal the tattoo there to him. “You’re going to be a good girl for me then, and live up to this tattoo?”

To prove that I’m going to do exactly that, I drop down to my knees, while he keeps his grip on my wrists, so they are being held above my head. And I want it like this. I want him to use me. I want to show him I can be a good girl for him. I want him to take every thought away that isn’t him and the pleasure between us.

Instead of trying to get my hands free, I look up at him and drop my mouth open, sticking my tongue out, silently asking for what I want.

“Oh, you’re ready to be my fucktoy tonight, aren’t you, Princess? Want me to use your mouth first?”

Keeping my jaw dropped and eyes locked on him I nod.

He works his belt and jeans enough to push them down so he’s able to free his erection that springs up right in front of my open mouth. I can’t help but swipe my tongue up the head, tasting the drop of precum that’s already there for me.

“Fuck, Princess,” he groans, grabbing the base of his shaft and guiding the head into my waiting mouth. “Close your lips and suck.”

I do exactly that, bobbing my head as I do, taking him further into my throat each time to get used to his size yet again. It doesn’t matter how many times I have him or in what way, I don’t think my body will ever be used to his massive dick. Yet, I crave the slight bite of pain every time.

“Your mouth is so fucking good, baby, you suck my cock like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted, and I never want you to fucking stop.”

I don’t ever want to stop either.

I push him further into my throat, trying to tell him without words that I want more. He’s holding my hands up by his chest, and I grip the fabric of his sweatshirt he’s still wearing as some leverage. There’s something even more erotic about this entire interaction with both of us still basically fully clothed.

“You want me to fuck your filthy mouth, Princess? Use you like the whore you are for me?”

I moan around him as I nod because that’s exactly what I want. Use me. Take it all. Take everything.

“Slap my chest twice if it becomes too much, got it?” he says seriously.

I tap my hand once in confirmation. And that’s when he lets his control go.

His hand not holding my wrists fists the hair on the back of my head, shoving me down so I’m forced to take him in further than I have been. I gag around him, but don’t want him to let up.

“Breathe through your nose,” he instructs through gritted teeth.

I do what he says, making my throat relax slightly so I’m able to take more of him. He pulls on my hair so only the tip remains in my mouth, before he pushes me back down again, this time I don’t gag as he fills my throat. I swallow around him, and he lets out a loud groan above me. I can’t help but smile .

He pulls me back slightly before holding my head while his hips thrust forward and all I can do is take it. Just like I’ve been wanting. He continues thrusting his hips forward, pushing himself into my throat while tears well in my eyes, and spit falls all around him and I’ve never felt so used and loving every single second of it.

“You’re turning into such a mess for me, Princess. Such a pretty little mess, but you love it, don’t you? Love being my perfect slut.”

My eyes roll back at his words, my underwear are so drenched from everything that I know there will be no saving them. I want to touch myself, but I also don’t want him to let go of my hands because I like being completely at his mercy like this.

His movements start to become erratic, and I can tell he’s close, I don’t want him to stop, despite my jaw burning and my arms going numb from being upright I never want him to stop. Yet, he pulls himself from my mouth and I make a noise I don’t recognize in protest. Especially when he drops my wrists, my arms feeling like dead weight. I don’t have time to think about that though because he’s holding my mouth open with a thumb on my bottom lip, pulling it down. His other hand pumping his dick roughly until his cum shoots out onto my tattoo.

His moans make me feel even more powerful as his orgasm takes over. It makes me feel like I could come the second he touches me from how turned on I am.

When his pleasure subsides, my mouth is still being held open and I taste him on my tongue. He opens his eyes, looking at me, while I know I really am a mess, the look he gives me makes me feel like the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His thumb runs over my lip where the black ink marks my skin, smearing his cum along it.

“Yeah, now that’s my good girl,” he growls.

Not a good girl. My. Mine.

And how in this moment I wish I really was his.

Instead of dwelling on how that single sentence is making me feel, I shift my legs trying to get some friction between my thighs to help the ache that’s there.

“You need some help? You did so good for me, you want me to touch you?” Colton asks.

I nod with a small whimper.

“Aw, you need me to make you feel good?” he coos, reaching down to lift me up and taking me into his arms. My limbs feel weak as I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks the short distance to my bed, dropping me down onto it.

He doesn’t waste any time shedding his clothes, revealing his toned frame that has my mouth watering all over again. My jaw may be sore, and I’m covered in tears, drool, and cum, yet I want to lick every inch of his toned frame. When his cock is free, I don’t even think it ever fully went down because it already looks hard once again.

“You’re looking at me like you want my dick in your mouth again.” He smirks.

“Maybe I do.” I smile .

“You will, but I need to taste your pussy and make you come at least twice before you get my cock again.”

“What if I beg?” I taunt as he pulls off my t-shirt.

“I do love when you beg, but it’s not going to work this time. I’m going to make you feel so good before I fuck you.” He rips off my panties, seeing how wet they are, and his lips pull up. “Sucking my dick made you this wet, Baby Collee?”

I nod, closing my thighs, but he pushes them open roughly.

My instincts are to sass back, but I can’t bring myself to do it because his head is dipping down, tongue running up my entire slit roughly. I throw my head back on a moan, and I already feel ready to combust.

My fingers grip his hair, yanking to hold his face right where I want him. Groaning, he follows my silent direction and keeps his mouth on my clit, flicking his tongue against the bundle and the noises he lets out sends a vibration through me that has me practically screaming.

“Please Colton, fuck,” I cry. “Don’t stop.”

He hums again against me, and then pushes a finger inside and the orgasm crashes over me. It’s almost violent in the way I can’t stop shaking and screaming from the force of the release.

“Fuck, baby, do you know how good you taste? I’ll never get enough of you,” he says, lapping up my release, the tip of his tongue grazing my overly sensitive clit.

“Show me,” I plead .

Colton looks up at me, and I won’t ever get enough of seeing his lips glisten with my wetness while he looks at me from between my legs. I open my mouth to signal what I mean, but he understands instantly. Moving up my body, dragging his tongue along the skin of my stomach, over one breast, licking my peaked nipple, then the other one before holding himself up over me.

I stick my tongue out for him.

“Goddamn, look at you. Such a dirty slut for me wanting to taste yourself from my tongue.”

I nod, tilting my chin up slightly.

He drops down, running his tongue up the side of my neck, to my chin, licking mine before pushing it into my mouth. He kisses me like he never wants to stop. Our tongues tangle as he devours my mouth, the taste of both of us on his tongue. I suck it into my mouth, wanting to be completely consumed by him at this moment and lose myself in all the feelings he can give me.

Suddenly, two of his fingers press into me once again and I gasp into his mouth at the invasion. He doesn’t stop his fierce kisses. I grab the wrist of his hand that’s pumping and rubbing my sensitive pussy.

“Fuck, wait,” I cry.

“No. You’re going to give me another one, then you’re going to take my cock like the good little slut you wanted to be. You wanted me to use you so that’s what I’m doing. I get to do whatever I want and you’re going to fucking take it. ”

“I can’t, too sensitive,” I plead.

“You can and you will. Give it to me, Princess.”

His mouth is on mine again as his hand works me closer to another release. This one is almost painful as it builds.

His fingers curl, rubbing my inner walls and my legs start to shake as the pressure builds. The mix of pain and pleasure that I crave, but fear at the same time.

“Look at you, shaking for me. Soak my fucking hand, baby, show me how ready you are for my cock to fill you up.”

With another rough shove of his fingers, I’m exploding around him once again. Crying out against his lips that are swallowing every sound.

“Fuck yes,” he praises as I come back down.

Without wasting any more time, he kneels between my spread legs that have fallen open from exhaustion and lines up with my entrance.

“Think you can take me?” he teases.

“Do I have a choice?” I reply breathlessly.

“Nope.”

He pushes forward, burying himself to the hilt. I moan at the feeling, it doesn’t hurt because I’m so wet from the two previous orgasms, but the feeling of being so full is overwhelming.

“ Fuck. Your mouth may be heaven, but your cunt is going to send me to Hell, and I’ll gladly take any punishment that comes with it.”

I have no words to respond because he sets a punishing pace as he fucks me into the mattress and all I can do is take it, gripping the sheets in my fists for something to hold onto. It’s amazing how quickly it feels like I can come again, despite just having two earth shattering orgasms back-to-back. There’s something about the way he takes me that makes my body respond in the best and worst ways.

Best because I feel so wanted, so needed, so beautiful and perfect to someone.

Worst because it can’t be him. It can never be Colton Wheeler.

Yet, at this moment nothing else matters except him and me.

“Come on, your pleasure is mine and you’re going to give me what’s mine.”

“Oh fuck, ” I cry.

“Let it go, Princess, you can do it,” he encourages, his thumb reaching down to rub my overstimulated clit, the same moment he pulls my hips up and angles his slightly to hit a magical spot within me.

A spot that has me falling apart so hard I swear I black out as the orgasm consumes me. I hear him groan as his hips pick up speed while his hands gripping my hips tighten so hard I’m sure there will be bruises, but I’m so lost in pleasure that it barely registers. It’s when I feel his movements stutter and his noises become louder, I know he’s coming as well .

Catching himself on his elbows above me as I register the sensation of him releasing himself inside me, and that only makes the aftershocks of my own release heighten as he fills me. I wrap my legs tighter around his hips wanting to keep him there.

We’re both limp, and he rolls off me, starting to get off the bed, but I stop him with a hand on his wrist. He looks back at me with a questioning look.

“Stay,” I say. I know I’ve had him leave every single time we’ve done this the last couple weeks, but something has shifted tonight, and I can’t name it, but all I know is that I don’t want him to leave.

His lips quirk in a small smile. “I was just going to get stuff to clean you up, Princess. I wasn’t going to let you kick me out this time no matter what.”

“Oh.” I drop my hold on him in embarrassment.

He comes back with a damp washcloth, and carefully cleans between my legs before tossing it aside, pulling back the sheets and laying down as he pulls my body against his. The way his arm wraps around my middle as I feel his warm body against my back, I can’t help but melt against him.

As I’m drifting off, I recognize how things have shifted between us and there’s no denying it anymore, no matter how much I want to. I thought I couldn’t stand him, and fought against that changing, but I can’t do that anymore. I’m falling for Colton fucking Wheeler.