Fast & Wet (The Fast 2)

Ah, cat and mouse time again. But this is different.

I know what she’s doing to me and why she’s doing it right now. By the way that she’s staring back at me, daring me, she’s caught on that I’ve caught on.

I raise an eyebrow.

“You want this, Cole, you’re going to have to take it. You’re going to have to believe me when I tell you I want you.”

It’s not that I don’t believe her. I just needed to be sure, leave no margin for error.

Emily’s my outlier, my exception. She’s not another one night stand with a mutual agenda, practically drawn into a contract that made it crystal clear. After I learned how I came into this world, what evil lies in my genes, I needed the extra green-light from her.

I did want things to be perfect, I wasn’t lying when I told her that—but the thought of hurting her, in any way, is unbearable. Better safe than sorry, it was easy to let her set the pace, take what she needed.

“I’m gonna come by myself if you don’t hurry up,” she taunts, fingers circling over her clit.

“Don’t you dare,” I growl.

“You have baggage, I have baggage. You are not the big bad wolf. I’m telling you I want you, and I don’t ever want to be treated like a fragile little princess ever again. Make me hurt for you, Cole.”

If Emily wants to throw down the gauntlet, we’ll throw down the motherfucking gauntlet.

Rising from the bed, I prowl to her and take her chin in my hand. I stare down at her chocolate eyes, feel the heat swirling between our naked bodies.

“I won’t settle for pieces of you, Cole.”

“You want all of me?” I move her hand to my dick, hard enough to drive nails through walls, and she wraps her hand around the base.

Her eyes narrow, she squeezes me harder, “Every. Inch.”

There is no denying the lustful haze in her eyes, the pulse I can see move across her chest and through her veins.

“Then bend over and hold on, baby,” I spin her around and push her down over an antique dressing table with gold mirror in the corner. She waits patiently, slowly dipping her fingers in and out of herself, panting, while I find a condom in my wallet and slip it over myself.

She grips the sides of the table as I run my hands down her back, along her perfect, smooth ass that’s arched up for me, “I need you, hurry.”

“Spread your legs.”

Like a good girl, she does exactly that. She breathes out soft moans and whimpers when I run my hand through her wetness, spread it all over her pussy and up to her ass.

She lifts her head and watches me in the mirror with swollen lips and lust filling her eyes. Her tongue moves along her bottom lip before she pulls it into her mouth. I hold her hips, line up my cock, and drive into her in one swift thrust.

She lets out a cry and grips the dresser tighter as it slams into the wall over and over.

“You like to be fucked hard, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she pants, “more.”

Gripping her hips and pulling her into me, her body quakes and her movements become jerky, but she doesn’t relent. She gives as good as she takes, rising up on her toes to try and meet each thrust.

I don’t know what’s a better view, watching my cock slide into her tight, hot pussy and come out glistening with her wetness, or the look in her eyes as she watches me in the mirror and pants, whimpers, utters muddled sounds.

“Oh god, don’t stop,” she puts a hand up against the mirror her head is slamming into.

“God’s not here, gorgeous girl.”

Bending over her frame, I kiss along her spine and taste her salty skin. Moving a hand between us to her ass, I run my thumb between her cheeks and circle it around her tight, puckered hole. Pushing just past the surface, I rotate my thumb inside her and watch her closely in the mirror.

Her face twists in pleasure and her tight walls clench down on my cock. “Oh my god, that feels so good,” she presses her ass further back into my hand. I rotate my hips and grind my cock deep inside her, hitting that spot I know makes her scream.