I watched Colt through the stream of water, wondering what he would do. Desperately hoping he had more discipline than me to walk out of this place.
I did not want to cheat on Dean even though I had no idea how I would survive the night.
I closed my eyes and dug my fingers as deep as they could go in my pussy, rocking fast, and crying at the futility. Nothing was working.
I needed a man to bend me over and fuck the shit out of me, again and again.
I felt his arms around me at that moment. His chest, warm against my breast.
My heart began to beat fast, but there was no going back now. There was nothing else to do.
Maybe I could convince my aunt to spare me if I married Colt. As long as I was marrying a Fletcher, there should be no issue.
I began to sob, and Colt held me tighter, kissing the top of my head.
My lips found his, and as his lips seized mine fiercely, I cursed my stupid drunkard father. This could have been my reality, but he just had to go ruin my life with his foolishness.
Colt's hand squeezed my breast, stopping my thoughts. I wove my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself up to sit astride me.
But he pulled back and shook his head.
"What?" I gasped, only I had misinterpreted him.
Because he grabbed my legs and pulled me down till my back was flat against the floor, the shower beating down on my face and whole body.
And his tongue found my clit.
"Colt!" His name ripped out of my throat, but the water muffled most of it.
He did not stop, he lapped, flicked, sucked, teased.
And every time I moved my hips away from him as a new wave of orgasm washed over me, he pulled me back against his face.
I moaned and screamed till my throat was dry, and the air scratched the flesh of throat harshly every time I opened my mouth.
My hands found my nipples as I began to ride his face, still on my back. But he reached up and slapped my hand away.
His fingers spread out, palmed my breasts fully and squeezed.
"Fuck!" I gasped, arching my back. This somehow encouraged him to stick his tongue deep inside my pussy.
My legs began to tremble, and when his teeth lightly grazed my clit once, I buckled and squirted all over his face.
But Colt did not let go. He simply flipped me over like an omelet with my butt arched to the ceiling, and his tongue found my bootyhole.
"Oh god," my face sank into the wet floor, and this merciless man read that as an invitation to intensify things.
His fingers slid deep inside my pussy and began to thrust.
"Good?" he asked from beneath me.
"So fucking good," I moaned, and he added an extra finger. I screamed at the feeling of stretching so much. "I said it was good, Colt."
"I make the rules, baby." he spanked my bum hard, bringing tears to my eyes.
But before I could get any words out, his tongue was back in my bum.
I began to unravel as his fingers moved,
Faster.
And faster.
His tongue flicking and licking as his fingers massaged my g-spot. I felt like I was being split into two, but my greedy little pussy wanted more.
And Colt gave more, without breathing space.
I feared my soul would leave my body at the next orgasm. I lost count of how many I had already.
"Yes baby." Colt groaned in that deep voice as my walls began to contract around his fingers.
"Colt."
"No, no," he spanked me hard. "Don't resist it. Give it to me."
And my body began to jerk.
I was so weak and exhausted my legs lay useless like jelly, my muscles hurt, as I climaxed again.
"Olivia..." Colt's voice was passionate as he pulled me into his lap and kissed me.
My body collapsed against him as our tongues danced, and his fingers sunk into my hair, gently massaging my scalp.
It felt so bloody good. He sucked my bottom lip hard and gently pushed me off him.
"Don't move." He turned an extra shower head to me and left.
I closed my eyes, panting, exhausted but far from satiated. I heard the door creak, and opened my eyes to Colt with a tray. He handed me a cup of white liquid.
"Drink."
I looked at him skeptically.
"I did not give you that last one."
I gave him a dirty look and took the cup. I tasted milk, honey and two other things my taste bud couldn't identify.
He refilled the cup from a pitcher as soon as I was done and handed it to me again, while cutting a big piece of steak into smaller bits.
He looked breathtaking sitting there, all his attention on the task before him.
This picture of him pulled at my heartstrings. The muscly man, hard chest, with tattoos and piercings all over, gently holding the knife and fork, and cutting with care.
He looked up and caught me watching me.
"Are you burning up again?" His eyes colored with concern, misinterpreting why I had been staring at him.
I shook my head silently.
"Eat as quickly as you can." He forked a piece of steak and gently pushed it against my lips.
I bit the meat off the fork and licked the prongs while holding his gaze.
"Olivia," he groaned. "It's taking all my self-restraint not to fuck you."
"You should eat," I said calmly.
"You are no longer shy." He squinted at me, and I froze up as my mind traveled back to that dressing room eleven years ago.
"No.." He stopped. "I didn't mean.." He stopped again, but I kept my eyes away from him.
We finished the steak quietly and at the first sight of my body fidgeting in distress, he pulled me close and took my nipple in his mouth.
My back arched, and my fingers found his hair.
When his tongue began to progress down my torso, I pushed him off and down to the floor.
"What are you doing?" His eyes were wild.
I made no response as I sat anticlockwise over his face. Colt wasted no time. His tongue reached out and flicked me.
"Ugghn". My head bent sideways, but my fingers hurried with his belt. I was already losing my mind.
And as he swallowed my clit between his lips, I released his cock from his shorts.
I gasped, but leaned down and buried it in my mouth. It was just like I had imagined. Colt had a pierced cock.
