Page 92 of Ride or Die

My mouth falls open on a silent scream and Cole seals his lips around mine, swallowing my sounds as my orgasm rips through me, startling me with its ferocity and stealing all my breath, my body quaking with uncontrollable shudders.

“Fall apart, baby,” Cole gruffs into my mouth. “I’m here. It’s okay, I got you.”

I moan around his tongue, riding out my wave of pleasure, greedily taking all that I can, and falling apart just like he told me to. His hands tighten, gripping my ass, and he grunts, taking over and thrusting up and into me, hitting me again and again. It’s almost too much but the best kind of overwhelming all at once, my head a foggy mess of lust.

Cole groans, a throaty, gravely sound that reverberates through him and into me, as he grits into my mouth, “Fuck, I’m coming?—”

I deepen our kiss, swallowing his sounds and his movements pause as a low growl climbs up the back of his throat, his body turning rigid.

“Shit, baby,” he chokes out, riding out his own orgasm, body shuddering with its release. I tear my lips from his, watching him as he comes.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” I whisper breathlessly, peppering kisses over his jaw and burying my face into the crook of his neck when I sag against him, entirely spent and too floppy to move.

“Are you okay?” Cole asks after a few long, silent moments, his fingers dancing up and down my back.

“Mmmm.” I nod, hoping he accepts that a yes.

His low chuckle vibrates through his chest and into mine. “It feels like your pussy was made for me, darlin’.”

Unable to find words, I make another sound, nodding again.

“Still with me?” he asks after a pause, a smile in his voice.

I force myself to pull back enough to meet his eyes.

His lips curl up in a soft, lazy smile, thumb stroking my chin as he cups my cheek. “There’s my girl.”

“I love you,” I whisper on a sigh.

Cole shakes his head, staring deep into my eyes. “I’m so fuckin’ gone for you, Clara.”

Tears prick my eyes at the raw emotion in his words.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.

“I’m yours.”

He nods slowly. “Damn right, you’re fuckin’ mine.”

Movement in my bedroom pulls me from sleep, yanking me back to the land of consciousness. When I spot a shadow lurking in the darkness, I grip the sheets, startling bolt upright despite every muscle in my body objecting, bringing memories of lastnight to rush back to me in a flood of warmth and lust that pools between my aching thighs.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s just me.”

I blink hard a few times, squinting enough to see through the dim light trying to crack through the curtain, finding Cole standing at the end of the bed, fastening his belt.

“You’re leaving?” A flash of panic curls through me as I rack my mind with what I might possibly have done for him to want to leave.

Cole walks around the side of the bed, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress, and through the muted light of gray, I see a smile ghost his lips as he reaches out and cups my cheek. “I gotta get to work.”

“What time is it?” I croak, my throat thick with sleep.

“Early,” Cole whispers, leaning in to press his lips to mine. “Go back to sleep, darlin’.”

I sigh, allowing his kiss to envelop me, the sheet slipping from my grip and bunching at my waist. Cole pulls back just enough to allow his eyes to drift downwards, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. “Baby, you are killin’ me right now.”

“Don’t go,” I plead only half-heartedly because I know he has to.

“Don’t fuckin’ tempt me,” he warns with a playful grin.