Chapter 4: Hidden In Brutal Devotion: Chapter 2

Cole We crash through the penthouse doors, her legs locked around my thick waist. I suck at the skin on the side of her neck, trailing kisses over the aggressive bite marks to dull away the sting. The taste of her coconut lotion fills my mouth, and I practically salivate for more. My grip on her ass tightens as I grind into her against the door.

She’s like a fucking wildcat, clawing at me, moaning in my ear, “Please. Cole, you need to fuck me.”

When I tugged her into the taxi and my lips crashed against hers, we were instantly inseparable. Straddling me, she rocked her tight little ass over my rock-hard cock, and I had to concentrate real fucking hard not to come on the spot.

Tia nips at my ear, then licks down my jawline before her tongue clashes with mine once again. She sucks my pierced tongue into her mouth, toying with the barbell. Her nipples poke through her top, causing me to groan when they graze over my chest.

“Fuck, beauty. I need that tongue round my cock so bad.”

“Mmm, I want to taste you.” Her moans vibrate over my neck as she flicks her tongue over mine.

Tia drops to her knees and opens her mouth wide.

“Fucking Jesus, Tia. You look so goddamn incredible on your knees for me.” I unbuckle my belt, and her blue eyes flare with desire.

Slowly popping open the buttons of my jeans, I don’t break eye contact. My heart races to fuck her mouth hard and quick, but my mind wills me to slow the hell down and savor every minute, because something tells me I’ll never get enough of this girl. Never.

I pull my cock from my boxers, and her eyes bulge when she sees the piercing.

“You ever been with a guy with his cock pierced?”

She shakes her head from side to side.

“Kiss it, beauty.” I bring my cock to her glossy lips and let out a hiss when she swirls her tongue around my Prince Albert piercing before sucking on the end tenderly, the sensation shooting to my balls.

“Oh fuck.” My fists clench by my side as I’m eager to ram my cock into her.

I step forward, giving her no option but to take more of me. Her eyes remain locked on mine, bringing with it an immeasurable amount of sexual tension, but something strange also passes between us. A connection, one that makes my pulse race faster and causes my heart to beat profusely. Tenderly, I stroke my hand down her cheek, the tip of my cock sitting in her mouth. I can’t take it anymore, fuck. I plunge forward, my eyes closing when the soft wetness of her mouth engulfs my cock. Forcing it to the back of her throat, she groans in ecstasy.

Holy shit, that’s good.

My hand goes to the back of her head, and I push her toward my cock until her nose is flush against my trimmed hair, and the feel of the air escaping her nostrils causes a shiver down my spine. I throw my head back, and my mouth drops open when I start fucking her mouth like a madman. Gone is the need to be slow, gone are any thoughts of savoring every moment. No, I need her now. I need her choking on my cock and my cum flowing from her hungry lips.

“Take it,” I choke out when I lodge myself down her throat even further. Her lack of gag reflex is uncommon and absolutely incredible. My hands tangle in her hair, fisting it to the point of pain. But I’m beyond caring. All I want is my cock satisfied by her fucking incredible mouth.

“Take all my thick cock, beauty.” I grip her hair harder. Her tongue continues to swirl around my cock when there must be barely any room in her mouth for it to move. The thought sends a tingle to my balls, and as if reading my mind, her hand moves to my ball sack, giving them a gentle tug. Her drool mixes with her palm, and the wetness is in-fucking-credible.

I drop my head to stare at her heavy eyes and her mouth stuffed with my cock. Fuck me, she’s gorgeous. I ram in again, the telltale sign of my cum about to spurt. “Fuck, beauty. Don’t stop, fucking don’t stop.”

My mouth drops open as my cum spurts down her throat. I cling to her head to stablize my footing, my whole fucking body shaking with the power of my release.

My chest rises and falls rapidly as I stare down in wonder at the only woman who has managed to make me feel like this, ever. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and hers soften slightly as I tenderly stroke the hair from her cheek.

There’s something there, something I can’t put my finger on, a vulnerability, a need to keep her, protect her. I realize in this moment that she’s the girl for me, the one you hear people talk about, the one you never want to get away.

I slowly withdraw my cock from her mouth. I’m still hard. She sucked my soul from my body, and yet, I’m still hard. I get the feeling I’ll never get enough of her.

She swallows, and I watch the motion. Loving the fact she’s probably still swallowing my cum, still tasting me on her tongue, my cock jerks in response to my thoughts, and a small smile plays on her lips.

“Are you going to show me what you can do with that?” She motions with a nod toward my cock, and I grin back at her.

“Beauty, I’m about to hammer you so hard, you’re gonna need fixing back together.” I smirk and raise my eyebrow in jest.

I hold out my hand, and Tia rises to her feet. “Less talk, more action, big boy.” She pats me on my chest, but I grip her hand, holding it on my chest, letting her feel my racing heartbeat, feel the connection.

She licks her lips and swallows. Her eyes dart away from mine, as though she’s trying to break the connection between us, refusing to acknowledge the spark we both know is there. I let her, for now.

Bending down, I take hold of her from underneath her knees, throw her over my shoulder, and stride into the bedroom.

“Oh my god, Cole.” She laughs, causing me to chuckle to myself.

“Gonna nail you to my bed.”

“I’d like to see you try!” she jokes back.

“Oh, I’m gonna.” I throw her down onto the bed, causing her to bounce with a giggle. She brushes the hair from her face and leans up on her elbows. “Now, you gonna undress, or have I got to do it for you?” I quirk a brow at her playfully.

She nibbles on her lip to stop herself from laughing. “I’ll do it, big boy.”

With a smug smile on her face, she lifts her top over her head, exposing her bare chest. I don’t know whether to be enamored at her gorgeous tits or pissed she’s not wearing a bra.

She brings her hand to her nipples, and, fuck me, I’m done.