Page 56 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
He swept me off the floor, making me gasp in surprise. Then he carried me to the kitchen table and plonked me down on the edge. First, he pulled off my panties, then he grabbed my knees and parted my legs before kneeling down in front of me.
“Oh my God!” I managed to exclaim just as his mouth met my wet swollen pussy.
His tongue was like magic, lapping, sucking, kissing, stroking. He thrust two fingers in simultaneously. Very quickly, he picked up a rhythm and I shook with the waves of pleasure that hit my body.
He was going to make me come in minutes.
I was so close to telling him how I felt.
I came. Shaking all over. My toes were curled and I was about to squeal—I love you!
But I didn’t.
Somehow, I managed to do one less stupid thing that day.
I knew it wasn’t something Colin wanted to hear. We were done.
This was a goodbye fuck.
Just as I was done coming, he stood up and pulled me down further until I was barely dangling off the edge of the table.
He unzipped and took his cock out.
He pushed himself into me, deep down. He wasn’t going to take it slow. He wanted me to remember him like this. The way he owned me tonight. The way he had saved me tonight.
I knew now that Aldo Baron wouldn’t be able to touch me if he tried. Colin Doherty may not have been in love with me, but he cared enough to not let that asshole touch a hair on my head.
He fucked me even harder than he did with his fingers. He groaned over me, placing his hands flat on the table on either side of me as he drilled his cock deep inside me.
The table shook so hard I thought it was going to break. Maybe it would have if he kept fucking me like that for a few minutes longer.
I was about to come again. Colin’s face hardened and his eyes turned dark when he came inside me. I bit down on my lip, thrusting myself upwards to him and welcoming his seed in me.
We had unprotected sex so often in the last week…and until now, I hadn’t thought about the risk of getting pregnant by him. What if that happened?
Colin’s handsome face loomed over me while he finished up. This orgasm was softer for me. My head was filled with fantasies of having a baby with him.
Would he even want that? Would he want to know?
But the idea of forever having a piece of him with me made me happy.
I had never pictured myself as a mother before, but now I did. That was what Colin made me feel.
Woman enough.
He pulled himself out of me. We were both out of breath. I could barely think straight, let alone pull myself upright on the table.
I just lay there, staring at him as he put on his clothes again.
He said he would drive me to the airport the next morning, and then what?
Would I ever see him again?
Those damn tears threatened to pop up again.
Did I really love him that much that I couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing him again?
I almost got away. He should have let me go. I didn’t know how I would get through the rest of the night with him without falling apart.
“I’d love a drink if you have one,” I squeaked.
Colin looked at the fridge, like he was considering getting me a beer, but he didn’t.
“I think we should talk first. I don’t want to drink before we do that. I don’t want you to make any bad decisions,” he replied.
He made it sound so serious. My heart raced as he sat down across from me at the kitchen table. He made us both cups of coffee first.
“What do you want to talk about? The annulment?” I asked.
I was jumpy. I just wanted to get done with the conversation. I didn’t want to drag out the details of how we were going to end things.
“Sure, we can talk about that, if that’s what you want,” he said.
I watched as he weaved his fingers together. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“What do you mean?”
“What we did back there,” he said with a grin. “I would like to keep doing that.”
I had to put down my cup of coffee. My hand was shaking and I didn’t want him to see.
“You want us to keep sleeping together?”
“If that’s what you want too,” he said.
“But I live in Las Vegas.”
“And I live in New York.”
“Yes, exactly,” I said.
Colin cleared his throat and it seemed like he had something more important to say.
“I guess what I’m trying to say…but not saying very well is…”
“Colin…”
We both kept interrupting each other. But then he lunged towards me and grabbed my hands.
“I’m in love with you.”
