Coldhearted King: Chapter 36

“I don’t know if I—” But I’m too busy moaning as his lips make contact to finish the thought. He’s not messing around. Within a few minutes, I’m yanking at his hair as I scream my way through my first orgasm. “Cole, I need you inside me.”

He looks up at me, his intense eyes on mine. “Not until you come two more times.”

“Cole, oh god.” Two long fingers slide into me, stroking and curling, rubbing against my G-spot. My back arches off the bed as I come a second time, my body clenching around his fingers.

“One more,” he demands.

But my body knows what he wants now, and I’m already ramping up for another one. When his fingers leave my body, the sudden lack of pressure inside me has me crying out in protest.

“Where do you keep your toys?” he asks.

I blink up at him, my mind hazy. “What?”

“Those toys you’re so proud of.” One corner of his mouth quirks up as I groan and cover my eyes with my hand. The mattress next to my shoulder depresses and a big, warm hand closes around my wrist. He pulls my hand away and my gaze locks with his. He’s leaning over me, bracing himself on one hand. “Don’t get shy on me now. The picture of your beautiful little pussy being fucked by a big, fake cock has been stuck in my head since you first told me about it. Now I want to see it in real life. So tell me where they are.”

Even though I’m embarrassed, I’m excited too. My heart thrashes against my rib cage because that’s what Cole does to me. He makes me desperate to experience everything he wants to show me. I trust him to make it good for me. I trust him with myself.

“Middle drawer.” I point at my side table, and he releases my hand and reaches for it, yanking it open and rummaging around.

I have a few different toys in there—a couple of my favorite dildos and a vibrator or two. Cole finds my biggest dildo and pulls it out. It’s flesh colored, realistic, and big—though definitely not as big as him.

“How often do you use this?” he asks.

“Not much anymore.”

He holds my gaze. “No?”

I wet my lips and shake my head.

Without looking away, Cole slides the dildo through my slick, already swollen folds. “Why is that?”

“Because—” I gasp as the head of the cock pushes into me.

“Because?” His voice is husky as he eases it out, only to press it smoothly back in.

I swallow hard. “Because I don’t need it anymore.”

“Why don’t you need it anymore, kitten?”

“I have—” He twists it inside me, and I inhale sharply. “I h-have you.”

Cole’s pupils flare wide, satisfaction etching itself across every line of his face. “That’s right. You have me,” he says, his voice a dark bass growl. For a heartbeat or ten, our gazes are locked together, and I swear I can see what I feel for him reflected back at me.

Finally, he looks away, his gaze dropping to where I’m stretched around the toy. He’s moving faster now, burying the length of it inside me with every stroke. It feels good, but it’s not him. “Please, Cole.”

He doesn’t acknowledge my plea. “Your pussy looks incredible filled with this cock. I could do this for hours.”

“I want you.” But my hips are moving now, riding the toy as he thrusts it into me. The pressure grows inside me and I’m almost there, but I need more. Something else to tip me over the edge. “Cole. Please. I need you.”

“I want to see you come with this inside you. Give me that and I’ll give you my cock. Can you do that for me, kitten?” He rolls his thumb over my clit, sending a jagged shard of pleasure through me.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes.”

“Play with your nipples,” he demands.

I cup my breasts, running my thumbs over the stiff peaks, then pinch them, sending little shock waves directly to my core.

“Good girl. You’re so fucking sexy.” Cole’s voice is rough with desire, his gaze dropping back to what he’s doing between my legs. The stark hunger written on his face as he uses his thumb to massage my clit is enough to shatter me. Cole thrusts the toy into me one more time and I cry out, arching my back as my internal muscles pulse around the intrusion.

My body has barely finished spasming when Cole pulls the toy from me and tosses it on the bed. He kneels between my thighs, his erection so hard it’s flush with his stomach. With one hand, he presses it down, his expression almost pained. “Say I can have you bare.”

My eyes fly to his. He knows I have an implant, but this is the first time he’s ever brought up not using a condom.

“I’ve never gone without.” His tone is almost harsh, but there’s a rawness to his expression that reaches right inside me and wraps its fingers around my heart. “I want you with nothing between us. I need . . .” A muscle jumps in his jaw. “I need to feel all of you.”

God, I want it too. Badly. With all the ways he’s taken me over the last few months, having him want me with nothing between flays my chest wide open. “I want to feel you too. I want to feel everything.”

He gives his cock a hard jerk, as if he can’t help himself. “You want it? You want me to fill you with my cum?”

I barely have a chance to form the shape of the word yes before he’s on me, working his cock into me with shallow thrusts that drive me out of my mind. The minute he’s fully seated in me, he drops his forehead to my chest and groans. “Your tight little pussy is so hot. You’re going to burn me alive.”

His hips flex and we both moan at how good it feels. When he moves again, it’s to pull out all the way to the tip, leaving me empty and desperate for him to fill me again. Then he does, with one hard pump, at the same time as his lips find mine. There’s a desperation to his movements that has me responding with equal fervor, even though I’ve already come three times. He licks and bites his way down my neck, then takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard and rhythmically.

Every hard slam of his hips against mine has his pelvis rubbing against my over-sensitized clit, and I’m tightening around him, my body already preparing to throw me into a fourth orgasm. But before it can, he pulls out of me.

“Turn over,” he growls.

I do as he asks, scrambling onto my hands and knees, craving him inside me. With one thrust, he claims me again, leaning over me with a hand on my hip, the other pressing between my shoulder blades until my chest is flat on the mattress. He feels huge at this angle, and I pant and moan incoherently.

He slips his finger inside me, alongside his dick, and the sting of the increased stretch causes me to inhale sharply. He doesn’t keep it there, though. The next thing I know, he’s rubbing that arousal-slicked finger against the tight ring of muscle between my cheeks, and I freeze.

He’s touched me here before and even though it still makes me nervous, I know how well he can play my body. I take a breath and relax, earning me a growl of approval that vibrates through every molecule inside me.

His finger presses into me, and I squirm and cry out when he breaches my back channel, slowly sinking it in to the first knuckle. He gently eases it out and back in again, even as his cock continues to stroke languidly into me, until the foreign sensation morphs into pleasurable pressure.

God, what does it say about me that it feels so good that my orgasm surges closer?

He knows. “You like that, kitten? You like my cock in your pussy and my finger in your ass?”

“Y-yes,” I manage to get out.

He pushes his finger further in, then pulls it out so he can add another. It’s more pressure, and I still again, until I grow accustomed to the sensation. The movement of his hips has slowed now, his cock gliding slowly in and out of me as he concentrates on my behind, twisting his fingers inside me, stretching me.

I wriggle my hips, wanting him to move again, my orgasm hovering just out of reach, but he leans over me, bracing one arm on the mattress so he can whisper in my ear.

“I want to fuck you here, Delilah,” he says, with another thrust of his fingers. “I want to claim every single inch of you. Only when I’m buried balls deep in you am I going to let you come again. And believe me, you’ll orgasm so hard, you’ll milk the cum straight out of me.”

My eyes are wide, my throat dry. “I don’t know. . . . I’ve never done that.”

“I know,” he says, “but you’ll do it for me. And you’ll love it. I was the first person to have your pussy. I’ll be the first person to have you here.” His fingers push deeper as he slams his cock into me, and I almost explode right then. Except he stops again, and I cry out in frustration.

“Tell me you want it,” he demands. “Beg me to make you come with my cock deep inside your ass.”

“God, yes, please. Fuck me in the ass, Cole.” I never thought I would hear myself utter those words to anyone. But Cole isn’t just anyone. I trust him to make me feel good. If he says I’ll come hard, then I believe him. Like he said, I want to share this first with him too.

“Your pussy is dripping. I won’t even need lube,” Cole says. “I’ll go as slow as I can for as long as I can, okay?”

“Okay.”

His fingers trace up my spine, and he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder blade, the tenderness of his touch making my heart swell, even as my pulse kicks into high gear with nervous anticipation. He pulls completely out of me, leaving me empty. Before I can voice my protest, he’s dipping his fingers into me, gathering my arousal and spreading it up to my behind. I can feel how wet his fingers are, how wet I am, and I shiver at the thought of what’s going to happen. When I look over my shoulder, he’s stroking his cock, his fist wrapped around the slick shaft.

His eyes meet mine, and my stomach swoops at the look in them. They blaze with heat, but there’s something else there too. An intensity of emotion that sends my heart into overdrive just as much as it sets my body on fire. I’m distracted when he presses the blunt head of his erection against me. I hold my breath as his broad crown pushes through the tight ring of my opening, and I whimper as my body clenches around the intrusion.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight. Relax, kitten, let me in.”

I try to do as he says, and gradually my muscles loosen. Cole pushes deeper, inch by inch, filling me until I don’t think I can take any more. Then he pushes even further and the tension inside me snaps. I let go completely, allowing myself to be taken over by the new sensations coursing through my body.

“That’s it, beautiful. You feel amazing.” He releases a ragged breath. “You are amazing.”

I close my eyes, my heart expanding even more at the emotion I’m sure I can hear in his voice. Moving slowly at first, he lets me adjust to him before he picks up the pace. Once I start moving with him, he wraps one arm around my waist while his other hand finds my clit again, rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. He forges deeper into me with each flex of his hips, his tempo picking up until the spark of an orgasm flares to life deep within my core.

The expert movement of his fingers and the relentless strokes of his cock soon have me panting and begging for more. My whole body trembles. It’s something completely new—an intense sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

And Cole knows exactly what he’s doing; he teases me until I’m on the brink of orgasm multiple times, then backs off just enough to keep me from falling apart. Each time it seems like he’s reaching deeper inside of me, and as my inner walls clench around him, I edge closer and closer to that explosive pleasure.

“Are you going to come for me, Delilah?” he asks.

“Yes. Oh god, yes. I’m so close.”

“Good girl.” He wraps my hair around his fist and tilts my head back so our eyes meet. “You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your ass.”

A moan falls from my lips at his words. With each labored breath, tension radiates from every sharply defined muscle in his body. His pace picks up until his hips are slapping against me with every thrust, sending shockwaves through my body. I can barely think straight.

Cole works his fingers over my clit, and a completely new sensation rages up inside me—a wildfire of heat and ecstasy. This orgasm is going to be unlike any I’ve experienced before, and my muscles are already trembling as I approach the point of no return.

When it hits, my body draws tight, and I scream as it ravages through me. I clamp down around Cole’s cock, and he curses. Without anything filling my pussy, my inner muscles spasm hard around nothing. A cry of shock flies from my lips when a gush of liquid wets my thighs.

Cole’s low groan is almost feral. “That’s it, kitten. Fucking soak me.” His fingers continue their movement, forcing more spasms, more gushes. “You’re perfect, Delilah. So fucking perfect.”

The last word is half grunt, half growl as he slams his hips into me one final time. Then he’s shouting, his cock swelling and jerking as he unleashes himself inside me.

By the time he’s done, I’m a weak, quivering, dripping mess. My limbs go out from underneath me, and I collapse on the bed, Cole coming with me and blanketing my body with his. He pulls out slowly, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine, then slides his arms under me, rolling us so we’re lying on our sides, facing each other.

The sheets beneath me are wet, and embarrassment burns my skin. Even though he seemed to enjoy how my body reacted, I made a mess of the bed and of him too. I close my eyes and press my forehead to his chest so I don’t have to look him in the eye.

As he strokes a soothing hand up and down my back, a hard knot forms in my chest. My feelings are all tangled up—my feelings for him, about what we just did, about what I just did. It’s too much.

I try to swallow the sob, but it forces its way out of me.

Cole freezes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, but another sob is building, so I turn my head from his chest and bury my face into the sheets beneath me.

Cole pushes himself up on the bed, and before I can register what he’s doing, he’s pulled me up with him and has me cradled in his arms.

He tips my chin up. There’s a hard line to his jaw, but his eyes are stormy with emotion. “Did. I. Hurt. You?” he repeats.

I shake my head, and his features relax, the tightness in his shoulders loosening. “Then what’s wrong? I’m pretty sure I was reading the signals right, and you enjoyed it.” His lips curve up a little, a hint of smugness showing through.

I press my hand over my eyes. “I’ve never done that before,” I mumble.

Like earlier, he takes my wrist and tugs my hand away. His brow is furrowed. “I already know that was your first time doing anal, so I assume you’re saying you never squirted before?”

I nod, and a savage smile grows on his face. He tunnels his fingers through my hair and grips it at the back of my head, his eyes piercing into me. “Good. That means I get to claim that first too. The thought of you giving something so incredible to a man like Paul makes me want to tear him to pieces.”

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. His gaze softens, his expression becoming almost tender. If tender is a word you could use to describe Cole.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Delilah. Nothing. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. What we just did? The way you surrender all of yourself to me—the way you trust me to take care of you. Fuck. It’s everything.”

I finally relax, smiling up at him. “It felt amazing.” I run my fingers over his stubbled jaw. “Everything you do to me feels incredible. Although . . .” I shift in his lap and wince a little at the ache. “I think I’m going to be reminded of this for a while.”

“Good. I want you to remember exactly how much of yourself you’ve given me.” His wicked grin fades, and the intensity of his gaze consumes me, making my heart pound erratically in my chest. He brushes his thumb across my jaw, his eyes dark and serious. “Delilah, I . . .”

My breath stalls as I wait to hear what he’s going to say.

His brows draw tightly together, and he swallows. There’s something in his expression I haven’t seen before. Something that makes my ribs squeeze tight. For a beat, his eyes drop closed. When they open again, the look is gone, and his smirk is back. “I hate to admit it, but I’ll need your help to finish the pancakes. I don’t think I can do it on my own.”

I laugh, even though it’s not what I’m hoping to hear.

But after the way he’s claimed every part of me, the things he’s said, even the way he’s holding me now, I have to believe he feels it.

Exactly the way I do.