Page 99 of Ride or Die

“Fuck, you’re a goddamn dream,” Cole groans, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth with a growl while I ride the wave of my release.

Before I can collect my wits, Cole gently slaps his hand against my thigh. “Lift up.”

Dazed and more than a little disoriented, I do as he says, lifting off his cock and wincing when I feel my release gush out of me. “I’m sorry.”

“Turn around,” he says breathless, ignoring my apology.

“Turn around?” I search his eyes for what, I don’t even know.

He nods. “Turn around and face my feet.”

Again, I comply, turning to face the opposite direction and looking over my shoulder in time to see Cole’s eyes darken.

“Fuck! This ass, baby.” He clamps his bottom lip between his teeth, staring unabashedly as my ass that is, in his defense, right in front of his face.

When I feel his cock right back at my pussy, I suck in a breath.

“That’s it, now sink back down on me,” he says softly. “Gentle.”

With his hands on my hips, I lower myself, the sound of my wetness filling the room only spurring me on. When I’m fullyseated, my head falls back of its own accord because the feel of him filling me at this angle is almost too much.

“Fuck…” I whimper.

“So. Fuckin’. Perfect,” Cole mutters. “Now ride me, darlin’.”

I grip his muscular thighs and roll my hips, my body jolting when he hits me deep and hard, another orgasm right there, so soon, threatening to unravel deep inside of me.

“I can’t,” I grit out, my throat all tight.

“You absolutely fuckin’ can,” Cole retorts, gruffly.

“It’s… too much.”

Behind me, I feel warmth, and as I glance over my shoulder I see Cole right there, sitting up, his chest to my back, warm and hard, his arm wrapping around my waist, holding me against him.

“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Clara,” he whispers, his lips right next to my ear. “So fuckin’ sexy. I’m addicted to this perfect fuckin’ pussy.” As if to emphasize his point, his hand snakes down my belly, fingers rolling over my sensitive clit.

“Oh, shit,” I grit out, my head falling back against his shoulder when he circles the bud.

“I love you,” Cole utters, his words and his finger’s ministrations causing a shudder to work through me. “My good fuckin’ girl.”

Reaching my arms up, I wrap them around Cole’s neck, holding onto him as I grind my hips. I’m practically panting at the feel of his cock brushing up against that magical spot deep inside of me, my eyes rolling back.

“You gonna come again for me, darlin’,” Cole rasps, rubbing circles against my clit. He skates his other hand up under my T-shirt, palming my breast roughly and pinching my nipple, the pain sending a delicious spike between my legs.

“Mmmm.” I nod frantically. “So… close.”

Still circling my clit, Cole thrusts up, fucking me hard and deep, and my mouth falls open as the orgasm surges through me. I somehow manage to slap my hand over my mouth in time, containing my sounds as best as I can as the wave floods through me. But when Cole starts to slap my clit with his palm, it prolongs my release and I think I might black out for a few moments, the pleasure unfurling inside of me too much for me to handle.

“God, fuck, baby—I’m comin’,” Cole bites out, his teeth biting into my shoulder as he stills deep inside of me, slapping my clit a few more times until he falls back onto the mattress. I go with him, melting against him in a mess of boneless, quivering, sweaty limbs.

I’m not sure how long we lie like this, Cole behind me, his arm wrapped around me, our legs entwined together, but once my breathing returns to a more manageable rate, and my heart stops beating like it’s trying to crash through my ribs, I turn so that I can face him, finding his eyes heavily hooded, his gaze searing when it meets mine.

“That was—” I blow out a breath mixed with an exasperated laugh.

He flashes me that dimpled grin. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

My brow furrows. “Proud of me?”