My chest rises and falls as I suck in huge breaths, like I can’t get air fast enough. It’s pure heaven. If euphoria were a drug, I just mainlined it straight into an artery.
His mouth stays locked on my clit the entire time I get off all over his face.
Eventually, he leans back and man, I realize I’m way drunker than I thought I was. The room is spinning a little. Cole fumbles with a condom and puts it on.
How the hell is the sex this good when we’re both clearly inebriated? Usually, drunk sex sounds like an awesome idea but lacks in execution. This is phenomenal drunk sex, so far. Anyway, I don’t care because he leans up over me and the head of his dick presses up against my entrance.
His eyebrows rise. “You sure?”
Holy hell, it’s so hot. Him wanting a double confirmation of consent. A lot of guys get the condom on and you can’t get a word out before they’re trying to push their way in.
I nod, and fuck, fuck, fuck.
He slides in slowly but fills me like I’ve never been filled. Right when he pushes deep, he hits the spot deep inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He half mumbles the words.
He looks like he’s enjoying this way too much, so I reach up and give him a little love tap on the cheek.
His eyes widen the second I do it, like he’s never had a woman give him a little slap to make things interesting. What kind of women has he been sleeping with?
My eyes widen. “Gonna fuck me now?”
There’s a spark in his eye, and he pulls out of me and two big, strong hands dig into my hips and flip me over on my stomach. “It’s like that, Harlow?”
I nod, but the second I start to respond, he has a fist full of my hair and he rams into me from behind.
I might die the happiest death of all time. Nobody has ever fucked me this good before. I back into him as his hips crash into me and the smacking sounds of wet skin on skin echo through the hotel room. His rough fingers slide around and he strokes my clit as he pounds into me from behind.
I’m almost done for already, again.
Right when I’m about to come all over his huge dick, whack! His hand collides with my ass.
“Shit.” My word comes out on a gasp. It takes me completely by surprise, but the delicious pain rips up my spine, and I throw my hips back even harder, needing him even more.
“Like getting spanked? Like it rough, Harlow?” His hand tightens in my hair, so hard his knuckles dig into my scalp, and he smacks my ass again.
God, it stings so damn good. My body is on fire, every cell in my body singing Cole Miller’s praises. There’s no way I can tell him that, though. He’s cocky enough as it is.
“Shut up and get me off again, Miller. You talk too much.”
Just as I say it, his hand shoves my head down into the pillow and he lifts one leg out to the side, hitting me from an entire new angle. I can’t move my head because he’s got all his weight pressed down on it. The way my cheek is sideways against the mattress, I can look up at his face, and he looks utterly amused.
“Keep talking that shit.” He grins.
I smirk back, even though he has me pinned down. It’s so damn good and I’m so damn close again. The one positive to him drinking all night is he’ll last longer. I could let him fuck me like this for hours. I don’t want it to ever end.
There is something about being a little submissive too. It’s a lot of fun, but you have to make them work for it. You can’t just hand that type of control over. It has to be earned, and Cole Miller is earning the fuck out of it. Not to mention, submission with no pushback takes all the fun out of it. You have to goad them on to really get them to give it to you how you want it.
Men look at me like I’m intimidating all day long, because I am. It’s how my cousins and my dad raised me. They knew the world is tough for a woman. I was taught to never take shit from anyone. Make people fear you. It really has served me well, even if I would like to be a little more girly about certain things. People mistake acting girly for weakness, though. They’ll take advantage of it. I like the respect that comes with being a hardass.
Cole looks like he’s getting close, and just as I’m about to get off on his dick, he pulls out. I don’t need a second opportunity. I fly up and shove him down on the bed, then straddle him. To hell with it. It’s not like we can’t go for round two if he finishes right now. He’s pretty young. I’m sure I can get his dick hard again.
And I want to ride him. I want to pin a former MMA champion under me and be in control. He’s had the steering wheel long enough. It’s my turn.
I shove him down, straddle him, and sink onto his perfect dick.
“Holy fuck.” That’s all he says as I roll my hips up and down on him, then grind against him.
Both of his hands go straight to my tits, the usual guy move, but I like it even more when Cole does it. My nipples harden when he rolls them between his thumb and forefingers.
“Gonna come on my dick?”
I bend down and press my forehead to his, my tits against his chest. “Maybe I am, bitch.”
He grins, and one of his palms smacks me on the ass, hard. Hard enough to leave a handprint I’m sure. My eyes flutter closed for a split-second.
“You definitely are.” He tilts his head up and runs his tongue along my neck. “And you’ll say my name when you do it.”
I shove his head back down, put both my hands around his neck, choking him a little, and work my hips in a circle. “You wish, asshole.”
I think most men would freak out, but Cole just smiles right through it, like it doesn’t faze him at all. Like he loves it. He smacks my ass again, then one of his fingers works between my cheeks and presses up against my asshole. “I might take that too, if I want.”
God, this man drives me insane, and in the best possible way. I have to outdo him now, so I start bouncing up and down on him, and his finger presses harder up against my asshole. I grab his other wrist and put his fingers up against my clit.
“Make yourself useful and get me off.”
“Fuck, Harlow.” He drags out the syllable as he works my clit. “You’re killing me.”
And, I’m done.
Fireworks go off in front of my eyelids and I clamp down around his cock. “Oh my God, Cole.” I groan, my entire body trembling on top of him. “Fuck.”
Just as I’m halfway through the best orgasm of my life, sitting on top of Cole, his fingers dig into my hips and he shoves me down as he thrusts up and I don’t know if any man has ever been this deep before.
He grunts, a primal, manly grunt. Like a thousand years of evolution and the survival of our species depends on him; that kind of grunt.
I look down at him, halfway coming out of my orgasm, and it’s so damn hot. Just natural and perfect. He really is perfect, a beautiful man. Maybe the best-looking man I’ve ever seen. If he didn’t have a condom on, I think I would get pregnant instantly.
Once we’re both finished, I sit there on top of him. He’s still inside me, still hard like he could fuck me again right now.
Both of our eyes lock, and we just burst into laughter. I’m not sure why we both laugh, but the moment is intimate and real, and holy fuck I just had sex with Dexter’s best friend who’s like eight years older than me.