Don't Promise (Don't 3)

I twisted my lips together. “Jealous?”

He untied the laces at the top letting the sheer fabric fall to the side. My nipples pointed to the ceiling, hard and sharp enough to cut glass.

“You’re going to be my wife,” he growled. “He needs to know that.”

His mouth latched on my breast, sucking with incredible force. “Oh shit,” I hissed.

Cole slid his fingers inside me, stretching my pussy with possession. “And my baby is inside you. Does he know that?”

My head fell back as he took my body under. “No,” I whispered. “H-he was my high school teacher. I didn’t get into those details.”

He growled. “And he saw you tonight. Sexier than fuck, Kaitlyn. How could he not take one look at you, and want you?”

My eyes lifted to his. I bit my lip. “It was just Mr. Robinson.”

Cole shook his head. “He wanted you, but you’re mine.”

I gasped when his mouth seared into my lips. The kiss burned. There was a roughness and possessiveness in Cole’s lips.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me, Cole.”

“And if I asked you to wait?” He breathed against my air.

“I’ve waited for you forever, Cole Thomas. But please fuck me. I need you.”

I heard the sound of his zipper unfastening and reached to fill my palm with his broad cock. I groaned, taking it between my fingers. Cole shrugged the jeans off his legs.

I helped thread the shirt over his head. I studied the hard planes of his chest. His body was rippled and gorgeous, reflecting in the TV light glowing next to us.

His eyes met mine as he pushed his cock to my pussy. I cried his name softly as he sank his length fully inside me.

“Fuck you’re so tight and hot for me,” he groaned. “You always feel fucking amazing, baby.”

I lifted my hips toward him, taking him deeper. I inhaled sharply at the impact of his thickness.

Maybe it was because his baby was growing inside me. Or maybe because I knew I was going to be his wife. Oh maybe it was the Christmas magic that was everywhere, but every time we had sex now it was as if we were in a different realm. Our bodies talked in ways we couldn’t.

We moved together, pushing each other to new boundaries. Tested new limits. Explored new erotic pleasure.

He thrust in and out, grunting as he made sure his strokes were deep and powerful.

“Oh Cole.” I thrashed on the couch, grabbing cushions and blankets. Trying to steady myself before the roller coaster climax hit me.

His mouth covered mine as I kissed him desperately. I clung to him, knowing I’d come quickly at this angle. He flicked my clit with his free hand as his cock filled me.

I tried to muffle my screams into his shoulder, but he broke free.

“I want to hear you when I fuck you.” His eyes bore into mine.

My body shook with jolts. His eyes locked on mine as my body came undone beneath him.

I rubbed my breasts, sending new waves of pleasure coursing to my core. And then the orgasm crested in brilliant colors. Like the prisms of my diamond, bouncing and dancing in vibrant shades. It filled my veins. Tinted my blood. Coated my limbs until I was trembling in Cole’s arms.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I saw the heated darkness in his eyes as I tried to catch my breath. There was something smoldering in his stare.

I’d never get used to the way my body reacted to his. Part of me wondered if I’d ever believe this was real. That after all those years of wanting him, he finally loved me as much as I had always loved him.

“On your knees, my dirty girl.”