Cole drops more lube to the place we’re connected and eases forward more. The moment his head is in, I feel relief. The rest of his cock is easier, although the intensity of being so full, so filled, overwhelms me.
“Are you using those fingers, Bails?”
I like his new nickname for me. I start working my fingers again between my legs. My pussy is swollen and gushing wet. My own fingers slip in without me even meaning to fuck myself with them. I press the heel of my hand over my clit and dip them in over and over again.
Cole holds my hips and buttfucks me. There’s something enormously humiliating about it. And the equal parts discomfort and pleasure make it seem to go perfectly with spanking—a punishment. Cole’s owning me with every stroke. Showing me he’s boss. He’s in control and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I don’t mean truthfully; I know without a shadow of a doubt he’d stop if I asked.
But that’s the game we’re playing.
The game we both love.
He puts a little more force into it, bumping my hot buttcheeks with his loins when he goes in. He stays in and gives short, quick pumps, bumping me every time.
I want to come. I’m past ready, but it’s harder with my ass stretched wide. I usually tighten everything up when I orgasm, but I don’t dare with his cock buried inside me.
Cole’s breath grows ragged. His fingers dig into my hips. “The naughty little human is getting her ass fucked hard, now, isn’t she?” His rough voice comes from a million miles away. I’m already halfway in orbit.
“Whose cock are you taking like a good girl, Pink? Who owns this ass?”
“Cole’s! You do.” I’m babbling too. We’re both drowning in the dirty talk and the incredible intensity of the act. My ass definitely belongs to him and I feel thoroughly punished. Naughty and also redeemed. Cherished and desired.
He pulls out and comes all over my ass. I shove my fingers in my pussy and come all over them.
And then Cole’s lips are all over my back, across my shoulders, at my neck. I love this part as much as the rest of it. Without it, I might question my own sanity for letting a guy degrade me. But this is when he’s grateful and giving. He makes sure I’m okay. Takes care of me.
I know this even before he rolls me over and peers into my eyes with that watchful intensity. “You good?”
I nod, happily. “Really good.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Me too.”
Cole
I feel like I just had a personality transplant. I’m cheerful and happy. Optimistic about the possibilities the future might hold for once. We get up and I work on erasing the evidence of our presence in the cabin—changing the sheets on the bed, and throwing this set in the washing machine. I can come back and put them in the dryer later. Or stay. I guess Bailey can and should drive herself home. Alone.
I don’t want to be separated from her, though.
I walk her out to her car, my fingers laced loosely through hers. “I don’t want to let you go home. I want to tie you to that bed and keep you here forever.” Bailey’s gaze shines with wonder. I stroke the backs of my fingers across her cheek.
I want to give her something that means something to match what she just gave to me, but I have nothing, so I settle for my kiss.
It’s a good one. Open mouthed but slow. Full of promise and praise. I don’t want to stop kissing her, but I know she needs to get home.
I open her door and watch her slide in behind the wheel. “I’m climbing in your window tonight,” I blurt as I shut the door.
She laughs and rolls down the window.
“I’m serious. You’d better leave it open for me.” I point a stern finger. “I’m gonna be needing to get inside you again on an urgent basis. Like every fucking night. Understand?”
When she looks doubtful, I lean in on the window frame. “It’s happening. I’m gonna climb in your window and hold my hand over your mouth while I fuck you from behind. Your mama will never know I was there.”
She blushes. “Jesus, Cole!”
I love when I shock her.
“Leave it open,” I warn again and walk toward the cabin.
I turn around at the door to watch her start the engine and leave. Only after her car is completely out of sight do I go back in and finish tidying up.
Then I strip out of Austin’s clothes, fold them neatly back up and lock the cabin. My truck is still back on the mesa, and now I have to run in wolf form in the daylight.
I’ll catch hell if anyone sees me, but it was more than worth it.