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“Good?” I asked.

She nodded. “You are… really good at that.”

I smiled, satisfied. “Secret talent.”

18. YES, DADDY

CHLOE

One thing I lacked in a lover as of late was top-class cunnilingus. I could say objectively it had been well over a year since I’d actually come this way. Usually, I’d moan, writhe for a bit, and move onto the main event. It was a treat to lose myself at the pleasure Cole’s mouth brought. I couldn’t help but scream as I came, never wanting it to end. Like a dam broke, I lay there as he kissed up my body. He held my wrists behind my head and pressed his cock to my entrance.

I bucked my hips against his pelvis, pulling my legs around him in a demanding way.

“Where are the condoms?” Cole asked.

At least he thought about that much! I was single-minded, wanting him to pound me into the bed. I should have been smarter, but my brain was overrun with good hormones. I was dick-blind even if I hadn’t even gotten there yet.

“Over here.” I moved my hand and nodded towards the nightstand stash.

Cole dropped my wrists and grabbed a condom. I lay motionless as he opened it.

“You are being very obedient,” he chuckled, rolling the condom over the head of his cock, then slowly down the shaft.

Cole Hayward was packing. There was no doubt about it now.

“I’m very, very good,” I said.

“Do you like that?”

“Honestly, I could have it either way. I’m a tricky switch. But I like to think that makes me even more fun.”

“I will pretend I have any idea what that means.” Cole held me down.

“Later,” I gasped, feeling him once more at my center.

Cole kissed me, slowly slipping the head of his cock inside, then thrusting until he filled all of me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, pressing my wrists against his hands.

Cole’s slow, deep thrusts tortured me. Swollen from my first orgasm, my clit and g-spot delighted at the feeling of his pelvis slowly grinding against me with each thrust. Some people said that geometry had nothing to do with sexual compatibility, but I’d dispute it. For me, it was the difference between an okay orgasm and squirting my way to Mars. Right now, I sat on the launchpad ready to go.

“Fuck, if you… if you don’t stop,” I whimpered. “I’m gonna…”

I could barely talk as my toes curled. Cole looked at me, enjoying this mightily. We’d not turned out the lights, something I appreciated. I wanted to watch his smile pull back, exposing dreamy laugh lines that accentuated his jaw. I wanted the feeling of him looming over me—powerful, determined, confident. Those were some of the most attractive qualities. Many men could feign power or self-assurance for a bit, but Cole didn’t have to play-act. He may have worried about starting things for a dozen reasons, but now he knew he had me under his spell. He never doubted his capability, either.

“What, Chloe? What will you do?”

Each stroke of his cock against my G-spot brought me closer. I clenched around him, my toes curled so hard that I thought I might cramp.

Then, I screamed, “Oh, God, Cole! Fuck!”

My eyes rolled back, leaving me a twitching, sweaty mess on the bed. It had been probably a year since I’d squirted and the feeling overwhelmed me. As I fixed my gaze back on Cole’s, I couldn’t read him. Did he get it?

He slowed from a thrust to a stop. “D… did you…”

Was he upset with me? Should I lie? Or wasn’t it fucking obvious?

“Oops,” I snickered, still out of breath.