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

was going to make love to my Temptress, and this time there was no way I was going to forget a second of it.

My talk with the team had been hard, talking about my private life not something I made a regular occurrence, but it had to been done and now it was. I laid out the truth about Oaklee and me, my hand forced to give a little of her struggle thanks mainly to Kodah’s bullshit.

I accepted and believed he was contrite for running his mouth, but that didn’t get him off, not from my perspective. He and I still had some shit to sort out, namely being him not taking care of his own personal shit. Taking it out on Oaklee, whether she was there or not was something he wasn’t going to get away with. Oaklee brought out a protective side of me, that rivalled what my dad felt for my mother, or close to it, and I found myself taking it very seriously, even this early into our relationship.

Opening the door to my place, I stepped aside and let Oaklee go in first, not letting go of her hand for a second. When we arrived, I’d showed her around the whole complex, helped her unpack, then took her down to the beach, where after a while, the others followed, and then the girls kidnapped Oaklee for girl time. I worried about that, too; getting the third degree from Wren and Devon was tough enough. Add Addy and Peyton to the mix and poor Oaklee would have been overwhelmed. I just thanked God Shiloh had to stay in Ballarat to take care of Club business. Shiloh was like a bull in a china shop most of the time, she said what was on her mind and she never sugar-coated her opinion. On anything.

Taking Oaklee with me, I headed to the window and closed it, then continued into the bedroom.

“Not going to lock the door?” Oaklee asked me.

“No need.” Was my only response.

“Going to let go of my hand?” she quipped, giving it a squeeze.

Entering my room, I closed the door behind us and quickly pushed her against it, caging her in with my body, my arms on either side of her head.

“No, I’m not Oaklee, I don’t plan on letting you go tonight for a second,” I murmured, my lips on hers.

“I’m not going to stop touching you all night, my mouth will know every inch of you by the morning, your pussy will mould around my cock and keep that shape, memorising me.” Whimpering, Oaklee’s legs shift apart, silently asking me to come closer, and of course, I moved. Fitting myself between her open thighs, my bulging cock automatically seeking out her mound covered only by thin, denim shorts.

Snaking my hands down the side of her ribs, I grabbed hold of the hem of her shirt and slowly dragged it up her body, painfully slowly revealing her sun-kissed torso.

“Shouldn’t … we … um close the curtains,” Oaklee stammered breathily, helping me get her tee off by ducking her head and pulling out of the garment.

“We’re on the top floor, too high for anyone to look in,” I told her, my eyes riveted to the red lace bra covering her pert breasts.

“I want the room light so I can see how sexy and beautiful you are,” I whispered, then leaned down and licked my tongue from the top of her neck and all the way down to the slope of one breast.

“I want to see what makes you moan.” Pulling down the cup of her bra, I latched my mouth over the pale pink nub, taking half of her breast into my mouth with it.

Suckling hard, I pulled on her glorious tit, her sweet taste exploding into my senses. Doing the same to her other breast, I tried to calm my raging cock with my palm. Smashing against it, desperate to give him a tiny bit of relief, which was near impossible with Oaklee whimpering for more of my mouth.

Reaching around her back, I unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, then went straight for the zipper on her shorts.

“I want to hear you beg me to lick your pussy, open it with my fingers and slide my tongue through your wet slit. Sucking on your clit until you cream all over my lips.” Shoving two hands into her shorts, I pushed them and her panties down her legs, hearing them drop with a soft thud. “Then hear you scream my name when I push inside you and make you mine.” Dropping to my knees, pushing my face into the tuft of hair and breathing deeply.

“My god Oaklee, you smell so fucking sweet,” I groaned, running my nose through the soft hair. “Put your leg over my shoulder, baby, brace yourself against the door.”

Oaklee took less than five seconds to do my bidding, her eagerness bringing a wicked smile to my lips. So responsive, so accommodating. The possibilities that ran through my head made my dick twitch more.

“Good girl,” I praised, remembering how she reacted the few times I called her that the other night.

Taking a moment to appreciate the woman before me, her body naked and open to me, I take hold of her thighs and sigh happily.

“Now I am going to eat this glorious pussy, my Temptress, and you are going to show me just how good I do it. Understand, Oaklee? Don’t hide your passion from me, and tell me if I do something you don’t like.”

Oaklee grabbed a fistful of my short hair, and yanked my head forward, her grunt of frustration amusing.

“I don’t like that your mouth isn’t touching my pussy yet, Cole,” she complained, then squealed loudly when I opened my mouth and covered her pussy lips, drawing them into my mouth, swallowing up her tiny mound.

Working my tongue and lips, I devoured her, my tongue sliding up and down her labia while my lips sucked up her