Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

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Cole

“You ok over there? You’re awfully quiet and I’m usually the quiet one,” I prodded.

Kaitlyn squeezed my hand. “Yeah. I’m good.”

I ran my hand along the outer line of her thigh. “Good, because I have plans for you and that dress when we get home.”

“What about Lisa?” she asked. “Is she staying late?”

“Don’t worry. I told you I took care of everything. Tonight you’re mine.”

She bit her lip. I wanted to pull the truck over on the side of the road and take her in the backseat.

But I was a patient man.

I pulled into the parking lot and parked in front of Kaitlyn’s room. The TV flickered in the window on the other side of the parking lot. I had paid Lisa to stay the night with Grayson. I didn’t give a shit if she knew what I had planned.

I was nearby if Grayson needed anything.

I opened the door and led Kaitlyn inside. I locked the door.

“Tonight was amazing.” Her eyes lit up when I walked toward her.

“It was. And it’s about to get even better.”

“Oh yeah?” she teased.

I nodded. I pulled her hair as I tugged her lips against my mouth.

She moaned as my tongue slipped along hers. My hands ran under the black dress and cupped her ass. God, how I loved her ass. I loved her tits. I loved her hips.

I loved every part of her body.

Kaitlyn stepped out of my arms. I watched in awe as she pulled the dress over her head. I sat on the bed and threw my boots across the room and dumped my clothes on the floor.

“Come here,” I ordered her.

She took small steps and straddled me, her knees sinking into the mattress.

I hissed, feeling how wet she was through her panties. The fabric grazed my cock. I wanted to bury myself inside her all night. I wanted to root myself home. Claim her over and over.

Her lips burned mine with a wild kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” I growled.

Her hand moved between us as she slid the panties to the side. Her hips rocked forward.

“Kaitlyn,” I groaned, but there was no holding me back. I thrust inside her. My cock needed her pussy, like I needed air to breathe.

Her head rocked back as her tits pointed forward. I clutched her lower back, taking a tit in my mouth. I sucked until she whimpered.

“You feel good like this,” she whispered. “I hate condoms.”

She slid up and down my shaft, like a damn porn star.

“Fuck. I’m going to have to pull out.”