Page 69 of Broken Cedar

“You need my cock, baby?” His voice is low, rough. “That greedy pussy of yours begging for it?”

“Y-yes.” The word comes out ragged, honest in a way that should embarrass me and doesn’t. Not with him.

He traces his lips along my thigh as he wriggles out from under me. The sensation of his stubble rough against the soft skin of my inner thigh draws a whimper from somewhere deep in my chest.

He rolls onto his back beside me. “Come ride my cock, baby.”

I clamber over and straddle him. His cock is hard against my stomach, thick and leaking. I bend down and lick the pre-come from the tip, tasting the salt-musk of him, and Colt moans—a low, ragged sound that goes straight to my clit.

I lift myself onto my knees. Colt grabs my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, and I sink down onto him. We both moan. The stretch is perfect—not too much, just enough to make my breath catch. Colt lifts my hips and guides me back down. Does it again. Lifts. Guides. Sinks me onto his cock with a deliberation that has me biting my lip.

“Fuck,” he says, with a moan. “I could watch your pussy taking my cock all day long.”

I smile down at him as he lifts me again. He lets me sink down further this time, his cock hitting deeper, and I gasp.

“We can’t stay in bed all day,” I say, my voice doing that thing where it wavers on the edge of a moan. “Mom might come looking for us.”

Colt leans up into a seated position and his mouth finds mine. I kiss him back, hungry, my tongue against his, and then his hips thrust up and I go still, my lips quivering against his.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

He thrusts again. Harder. I suppress a cry that wants to tear out of my throat.

“You look so beautiful,” he murmurs against my mouth as he sets a slow rhythm. Savoring it. “Riding my cock.”

I whimper. His next thrust sends a shudder through me. “Oh, FUCK!” The curse is loud. Too loud. Mom’s down the hall and these walls are paper-thin and I do not care.

“Christ” Colt moans. His control is slipping. My lips twitch into a grin.

He dips his head to kiss me. I lean down eagerly, my mouth on his, my tongue against his, and then he lifts my hips again and I sink back down onto his cock. I look down between us. Watch myself sink onto him. Over and over. My body opening for him, taking him.

“I love…” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Watching you fuck me.”

He thrusts again. Hard. Deep. The angle changes and I gasp, my breath catching.

“Oh shit. I’m—” My head falls back. My tits bounce with each thrust. I cry out—a long, broken sound—and then I’m coming, my back curving, my hips grinding to meet him. His hands find mine. Our fingers entwine. I feel his rhythm faltering, and then he comes with a groan.

Before I can even catch my breath, Colt flips us, rolling me onto my back. His weight pins me down, his mouth crashing onto mine as he presses me into the mattress, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. His cock is still half-hard inside me, and I gasp as he rolls his hips, pushing his come deeper.

He breaks the kiss, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re not done yet, baby.”

His fingers find my clit, circling slow and firm. I whimper, my hips lifting involuntarily. He pulls out, and I feel his come spill from me, warm and slick. His eyes darken as he watches it drip onto the sheets. He catches the come with his fingers, gathering it before it can escape, then pushes it back inside me, his fingers pressing deep.

He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re going to take it all, baby. Every bit of me.”

He pumps his fingers in and out, his thumb pressing down on my clit, and I’m already so sensitive that it’s almost too much.

“You’re gonna come again for me,” he says, his voice a low command. “You can do that for me, can’t you, baby?”

I nod, my breath hitching. “Y-yes—” His fingers move faster, his thumb pressing harder, and I’m already so sensitive, so close. My back arches off the bed, a broken cry tearing from my throat as another orgasm crashes through me. His fingers don’t stop, working me through it until I’m shaking, gasping, my thighs clamping around his hand.

“That’s it baby. Such a good girl,” he whispers, kissing my collarbone, my neck, my jaw. His weight settles over me, his come and mine slick between us. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, my breath finally slowing. His forehead drops to my shoulder. I kiss his jaw. His cheek. His temple.

“I love you,” I murmur against his skin. “I’ve always loved you. Only you.”

I think about all the ways I tried not to love him. The years I spent putting distance between us like distance was a cure for something. I press my face into his neck and breathe him in.

“I love you too, baby,” he murmurs, kissing me breathless.