Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

“Tell me you want me to get your ass ready for my cock.”

The party bass was loud on the other side of the door. He knew no one could see them, but being out in public, gave him an extra thrill. At any moment they could be interrupted.

“I do, Cole. I do. I want all of it.”

He rubbed the tip against her pussy, pushing it inside her.

“No.” She shook her head. “That’s not where.”

“Then where, baby?” he teased her. He wanted the words to roll off her beautiful lips. He wanted the sweet girl to say something dirty.

She paused. “Please fuck my ass with it, please Cole. I want your cock there. Make me ready for you.”

“You do?” He groaned with pleasure.

She nodded. “I want it there now. Are you sure I’m not ready?”

He kissed her lips, as he pushed the dildo to her ass.

She seized up under him.

“Relax, baby. You’re not ready yet,” he admitted. “This might take all night.”

“Kiss me,” she begged. “I lose myself when you kiss me.”

His lips landed on hers, sucking against her tongue. Tasting the vodka on her mouth. As he kissed her, he felt her relax and he pushed the baton again.

“Ohh,” she moaned. “It feels good.”

He thrust it deeper. His cock hardened. He wanted more. Much more than this. His lips found hers again in the dark. He pumped the dildo all the way inside her. “Damn, I want to fuck you, baby.”

“Ohh,” she cried. “It’s so deep. Nothing has ever felt like this.”

She wrapped her hands around his neck, locking them with a fierce grip. He knew she was doing everything she could just to hold her balance. He pulled it out, slightly, sinking it in her. One. Two. Three. Pumping as he drew whimpers from her lips. It was the most beautiful sound.

He wanted to give her this all night.

Just then the door opened and he moved quickly to shield Abby. He relaxed when

he saw it was Deacon.

“Baton pass, man.”

Cole nodded, handing it off. He felt confident he had accomplished something with her. He kissed Abby on the lips. “You did great, baby.” He walked off the balcony to join the rest of the party.

20

Deacon

He looked in her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and he kissed her like his life depended on it. Hell, she could kiss. Hell, she could do everything. To think how this woman had come into his life was unbelievable. Only two weeks ago he had stared Cal Mantelli down across a poker table. Now he was holding a woman in his arms he was crazy about. Cole was right. It wasn’t conventional. It wasn’t how he had ever fallen for a woman before, but he believed holding and kissing Abby now that she was meant to walk into his life. She was meant for him and Cole. And it didn’t matter how she got here. It only mattered he had found her.

He took the dildo in his hand, pressing it against her bottom. She arched her back, wiggling toward him. She was already asking for it.

“You like it?” he asked.

She nodded. “So much.”

“Good.”