Don't Lie (Don't 2)

“How?” I whimpered.

“Give me your pussy, now,” he growled.

He tugged against me and I followed his direction. “Cole.” I wiggled over him. He was drawing me upward. I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I ached and throbbed. I needed him to release me.

I gripped the headboard as his hands spread my folds and he blew a breath of warm air over my clit.

“I said, give me your pussy to fuck, Kaitlyn.”

I sank down as his tongue pushed inside me. My head reeled back.

“Ohh.” The burn spread through me as Col

e growled.

His stubble chafed the inside of my thighs. His hands spread my cheeks as he worked a finger inside my ass. I whimpered, riding him shamelessly.

I needed it. I bucked and jerked. His tongue ran over my clit before diving inside my pussy again.

“Oh shit.” I threw my head back, grinding my hips into his face.

He lapped and sucked harder and I lost control. He pumped a finger in and out of my tender rosebud as he brought me to an epic orgasm.

I slammed my hands on the headboard, bouncing up and down. There was no control. There was no restraint. I came harder than I ever had.

“God, I love you,” I groaned as my body shook from one wave after another.

I took a giant breath and curled into a ball next to him.

“I fucking love you, baby.” His voice was heavy and I knew he was ready to fall back asleep.

My hand drifted to my stomach. I’d never felt so much love in my life, but I had to keep it from Cole just a little longer.

16

Kaitlyn

Mary Ellen pulled wide sunglasses over her eyes as she walked into the sun.

“How long do you have to work today?” she asked.

I led her to the pool gate and let her in, noticing how loudly it squeaked. “Not very long. Cole’s coming by to bring us lunch, and then we have wedding planning with Sasha.”

I tossed a few pool towels on an open chaise for my friend.

She lowered herself onto the first one as if she was worried the world might tip. “Ok, good, so I can just veg here all morning?” She was battling a hangover from those margaritas.

“Yep. Veg away. I’ll text you before lunch.” I headed to the gate.

She pulled a bottle of water from her beach bag. “I’ll take a little nap, catch some rays, and—” She stifled a yawn. “—relax.”

“Have fun. You know where to find me if you need anything.” I pointed to the office.

A few hours later we were outside Maria’s Bridal Boutique. Sasha parked in front of the windows lined with wedding dresses. I had never been in this part of Brownsville. Mary Ellen looked skeptical.

“I can’t wait for you to see the dress.” Sasha pulled the keys from the ignition. “This is my second fitting, so I’m hoping I don’t have to have any more alterations done.”

We followed her into the store.