Cole: The Wounded Sons, Leah Sharelle [the reading list .TXT] 📗

my thighs. Her hands reached up to grip my upper arms, her long fingers curling around my biceps.

Her body completely open to me; I once again stroked my finger through her soaked folds, only lightly touching her clit then quickly tracing back down again.

“Don’t tease me, Cole, touch my clit, please,” Oaklee mewled, her head tucked into the crook of my neck, her soft hair feeling like silk on my skin.

“Oh, Oaklee, I am going to tease you until you are weeping my name and screaming to let you come baby,” I informed her, giving her a little hint of what I had planned for us.

Spreading her puffy, dewy lips with two fingers, I opened them to my gaze. Even from this viewpoint, I could see what a beautiful cunt she had. Bare, other than a thin strip of soft black hair, it was pink and puffy, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth back on it.

This time without alcohol impairing my enjoyment.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby, so wet and slippery,” I praised as I pushed two fingers inside her hole, groaning at the tightness that surrounded them. “So fucking tight, how the fuck did my dick fit inside this tiny hole?” I marvelled, slowly circling them back and forth, soaking up each moan and groan Oaklee made.

“You got me so wet with your mouth, and it was easier than I anticipated,” Oaklee shared breathily, grinding her pelvis desperately into my palm.

“Are you trying to hurry me up? Grinding your sweet arse into my dick, making your pussy suck my fingers deeper into you? Is that what you are doing, my Temptress?”

“Yesssss,” Oaklee moaned, her frustrated tone bringing a smile to my lips.

“Oh no, not yet baby, I am having too much fun for it to be over just yet,” I laughed deep in my throat. “Give me your mouth, Oaklee, I want to own those moans,” I demanded, not willing to let go of either of my prizes to lift her face myself.

Twisting her face, Oaklee lifted her mouth and offered her lips to me, which I took without hesitation. Slamming my mouth down, I devoured her with an opened-mouth kiss that was anything but smooth or gentle. With the sounds her slick pussy was making around my fingers and the feeling of her hard bud, my control was about snapped.

All my finesse was forgotten, the blood in my body circulating down to my engorged dick, making all coherent thought impossible.

Kissing Oaklee was nothing short of the most spectacular feeling; her tongue slipped against mine, satiny smooth and hot. She licked the inside of my mouth, tasting me, moaning with each lick, making me so hard it was a wonder my dick had not punched a hole in my damn pants. Oaklee was turning my game on me and she had no idea she was doing it. Her perfect reaction to my fingering her the most beautiful thing I have ever been a part of.

In danger of coming before she did, I pulled my fingers from her hot, wet channel and slid the tips of three fingers up and down her slit, making sure I hit her clit.

“You render me mindless, baby, the way you react to me, how you kiss me like I am the only man on earth you want your lips on. You really are my temptress, Oaklee.” I couldn’t stop the truth from spilling out. Oaklee broke all my rules, if I could stand I would drop to my knees and worship her forever.

“You are the only man I want to kiss, Cole. Please you have to let me come, please,” Oaklee whimpered into my mouth, her teeth scraping on my bottom lip, biting it.

Quickening my pace, I let go of her nipple and banded my arms across her chest, holding her closer than two humans have ever been.

“Then come for me Temptress, give me your cream so I can suck it off my fingers,” I commanded, rubbing her clit in fast circles, loving the way her legs shook as her orgasm fought to release.

“Oh fuck, Cole! I’m gonna come!” Oaklee cried out, her scream echoing in my ear.

Quickly, I pushed two fingers back into her entrance, as far in as I could get them and curled them to find that sweet spot.

“Come! Now!” I bellowed just as her inner muscles clenched painfully around my digits and a warm flood of cream spilled from her, covering my fingers and palm. Sinking my teeth into the flesh of her throat, I grunted out my own release, making a mess inside my jeans and boxers.

Fucking hell, this was not going to make an enjoyable ride home on my bike, I thought absently, not ashamed in any way that I came in my pants like a teen virgin.

Oaklee’s hot pussy spasmed over and over again, and all I could think was I couldn’t wait until it was my dick being strangled and not my fingers.

Oaklee’s body shuddered, her body spent as she leaned back into me, her breathing laboured, her mouth open and panting into my neck.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Oaklee whispered breathily, her satisfied tone bringing a smirk to my lips. Lifting my eyes, I looked at her widely spread legs and winced at how unnaturally open they were. So lost in passion and desperate for her to climax for me, I’d shifted my legs wider apart taking Oaklee’s with me.

“Fuck, sorry baby.” Hastily I slid my legs back in front of us, turning her so she was side ways on my lap, her legs together, losing the perfect sight of her cum-soaked pussy.

“Hmmm, s’right,” she hummed, relaxing her head on my pec, one hand laying flat on the other.

Wrapping an arm over her shoulder, I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply before taking them into my mouth and sucking the exquisite sweet musky cream from them, a moan rumbled deep in my throat as her cream hit my taste buds.