Coldhearted King: Chapter 5

Fuck me. Delilah is a fucking vision. She may be petite, but her slender shoulders and narrow waist flair out to curvy hips and a round ass I’d love to see bent over the back of the couch.

As much as that image tempts me, I’m not so much of an asshole that I’d take her virginity that way. Doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it, though.

Her body sways enticingly, and I follow behind her, loosening my tie as I go. I rub the silky material between my fingers, imagining wrapping it around her wrists as I hold them above her head. But no. Not for her first time. Fuck. There are so many things I want to do to her, but I’ll never have the chance to experience them. Not when the next few hours are all we have.

She reaches the bed and looks over her shoulder at me again. She doesn’t turn around, just waits for my next instruction, and hell if that isn’t a huge fucking turn on.

One last step and I’m behind her, so close my painfully hard dick brushes her ass. She inhales sharply as I flick open the clasp of her bra, ease the straps off her shoulders, and let the lacy material drop to the floor. With one hand, I tilt her head to the side so I can brush my lips against her neck, tracing my tongue over the rapid flutter of her pulse point. She trembles against me, and I can’t help but smile.

“Turn around.” My voice is a low rasp, and as she pivots, my eyes are immediately drawn to her full breasts and the pale-pink nipples that form hard little points. I can’t wait to fucking taste them.

Reaching the end of my patience, I circle her waist with one arm and cup one of those gorgeous breasts, bending my head to take the tight peak into my mouth.

Instinctively, her hands go to my head and she clutches at my hair, moaning as I swirl my tongue around her nipple. I transfer my attention to her other breast, scraping my teeth over it and nipping at the tender tip.

“Cole,” she gasps. “I need . . . I need . . .”

I straighten. “I know what you need and I’ll give it to you soon, but first I want you to get on the bed, crawl up to the top, then sit with your back against the headboard.”

She hesitates again, but I step back from her and wait with my arms crossed, giving the appearance of having far more self-control than I do.

When she complies and crawls toward the headboard, I’m presented with that luscious ass again—the tiny strip of material between her cheeks the only thing covering her—and I have to press my hand against my erection to relieve some of the aching pressure.

Once she’s sitting at the top of the bed, leaning back against the black leather headboard and looking at me with a mixture of nerves and need, I drop my hand. “Now I want you to pull those little panties to the side and touch yourself.”

Her cheeks redden, and she gives a little shake of her head. “I don’t think I’m comfortable doing that.”

I slowly unbutton my shirt. “If this is your first time, I want to make it as good for you as possible. Knowing how you like to touch yourself will tell me what I need to know to make that happen.” Which is true, if not the whole truth. I’m not sure she’ll react quite as well if I say I also want to get off by watching her finger that tight little cunt. “Unless you’re telling me you’re so innocent you’ve never even touched yourself before?”

She’s tracking my every movement as I strip off my shirt. The way her eyes darken as they drift over my chest tells me she appreciates the time I spend in the gym.

But when she registers what I said, her gaze darts back up to my face. “Of course I’m not.”

I let myself smirk at the spark of annoyance flaring in her eyes, and I can’t stop myself from provoking her further. “Maybe I should find out just how innocent you are. How far have you gone? Have you put anything inside that pretty pussy? Has a man? Has anyone ever had their tongue in you? What am I dealing with here?”

The spark of annoyance flares hotter. “Yes to all of that. And I’ll have you know, I have a drawer full of toys at home, so you don’t have to worry about getting blood on your sheets. In fact, I’m not sure if what you’re packing is going to compare to my favorite. It’s big.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. This little kitten has claws. “If I didn’t know what I’m packing is going to have you screaming my name very soon, I might be nervous. But unless you’ve got one of those fucking monster dildos, I’ll be the biggest thing you’ve ever had inside you. And since you’re so experienced at self-care”—I smirk as her cheeks redden with the realization of what she’s admitted—“then you shouldn’t mind showing me exactly how you do it.”

I palm my cock and watch her eyes widen at the visible bulge in my pants. “If it will make you more comfortable, I’ll show you just how hard you’re making me while you do it.”

Her teeth press into her bottom lip for a moment. “Okay,” she whispers.

“Good girl,” I growl.

The way her gaze jumps to my face and her tongue darts out to wet her lips is intriguing. She likes me calling her that.

Watching her closely, I unzip my jeans, pull out my aching shaft, and wrap my fingers around it. Delilah’s eyes widen as they fixate on the way my hand slowly works my dick. “Your turn,” I say.

With an audible swallow, her hands move downward. Her fingers pull aside the lace of her thong, revealing the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. The fingers of her other hand tentatively brush over her clit, then circle it.

Fuck.

I tighten my grip on my cock. “That’s it, kitten. I’d tell you to keep going until you’re wet enough to take me, but from the way you’re already dripping, it looks like you’re almost there.”

She sucks in a breath, but like the good girl she is, she keeps going, her eyelashes fluttering.

I slow the movement of my hand because I’m getting too close too fast as I watch her pleasure herself. The urge to crawl between her thighs and fuck my way into what’s bound to be the tightest little cunt I’ve ever been inside has heat searing through me. “I was going to have you see how many fingers you can fit inside you, but I’ll be greedy and find that out myself.”

The bed dips under my weight as I climb onto it and make my way between her spread legs. I can’t stop staring at her already slick, pink flesh, and the urge to plunge myself into her is so strong I have to close my eyes and suck in a deep breath. I haven’t felt this much anticipation about fucking a woman since . . . I don’t know.

With Delilah, I get to be the one who shows her exactly what her body can do with a man’s. I get to be the first to make her come on my cock. I’ll be the man that every other man has to measure up to. And as it turns out, that’s a damn heady feeling.

“Hands off. Your pussy’s mine now,” I say, but before she pulls her fingers away, I grab her wrist, bend down, and slide her fingers between my lips. I groan. My dick leaks pre-cum, smearing it against her inner thighs as I push over her, savoring the taste of her arousal, knowing she’s ready for me.

“Oh my god, that’s so . . .” Her fingers twitch against my tongue, her gaze is fixed on my mouth, and fuck, I’m going to wreck this girl.

But first she needs to come. I want her dripping and desperate for my cock.

I grip her hips and pull her until she’s flat on her back, then I lean down and swipe my tongue over her clit as I dip a finger into her. God, she’s so tight. She’s going to feel it when I push into her.

I alternate flicking that sensitive bundle of nerves with swirls and sucks while I ease my finger in and out of her until I can fit another inside. Her tight muscles give a little as I work my fingers into her, but it’s only a few moments before her inner walls tighten around me again. Her breathy moans come faster. She’s almost there. I suck hard on her clit, then gently bite down on it, and she explodes with a loud cry. The orgasm rips through her, and she clenches hard around my fingers. I can’t fucking wait to experience the same thing when I’m inside her.

“Cole, oh my god. That was . . . I can’t even . . .”

One glance at her flushed face, her parted lips, and her dilated green eyes and I’m done. I told her I’d make her come twice before I fucked her, but once will have to be enough because I need to be inside that tight little body right now.

I reach for the bedside table and grab a condom from the drawer, ripping it open with my teeth and rolling it over my erection. Bracing myself with one hand next to her head, my eyes lock with hers. Her needy expression is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Her pupils are flared so wide there’s only a small ring of emerald surrounding them, and her lips are parted to let out breathless little pants as she looks up at me.

A tiny crease forms between her brows. “You’re, um, bigger than I was expecting.”

Even though I’m only barely hanging on to my restraint, I huff out a laugh. “Bigger than your biggest toy?”

She laughs too, the sound unexpectedly trickling like honey over my inflamed senses. “Maybe a little.”

And fuck, when was the last time I laughed during sex? Have I ever? The thought is fleeting, but it lingers in the back of my mind. At least until I press the head of my cock to her entrance, and then I’m not thinking about anything except filling her.

I pin her hands with mine as I press forward, because having them on me right now is a distraction I don’t need. Not when her needy little cunt is already squeezing around the tip of my dick.

She’s tight. So fucking tight. And she gasps as I push in, working my way into her with shallow thrusts, pausing now and then to give her a chance to breathe and adjust to my size. She’s making soft sounds, little gasps and whimpers that brush over my skin like the fingers I haven’t let touch me yet.

A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead as the strain of holding back builds in my shoulders and biceps. With one last thrust, I’m fully seated inside her. Her pussy is like a heated vise around my dick, and my balls are already drawn tight.

“Are you okay?” I ask through gritted teeth.

She doesn’t answer right away, her beautiful green eyes searching mine in fast, dazed flicks. I don’t know what answers she’s looking for in my gaze, but if she’s waiting for me to say something poetic, she’ll be disappointed.

“Kitten, unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you, and I won’t stop fucking you until you come all over my cock. Got it?”

She licks her lips. “Yes.” She shifts her hips experimentally, making both of us groan. Then those mesmerizing eyes are back on mine. “I want you to fuck me. I want to come with you inside me. But . . .” She twists her hands in my grip and I release her. Immediately, she brings them to rest on my chest, fingers tracing my pecs, traveling to my shoulders and down my biceps. “I need to touch you.”

I close my eyes. The urge to fuck hasn’t gone away, but I like her touch, the brush of her fingertips leaving little sparks in their wake. When she pulls on me, tugging me down to her, I don’t stop to think. I press my mouth to hers, slide my tongue inside, and capture her gasp as I pull out of her body. The moment I thrust back in, I’m lost to the roaring, crackling hunger within me, deafened by the thunder of my blood in my veins.

I rear back, grip her under her hips, and angle her so I can slide in deeper. She cries out, but it’s not in pain, so I keep going. With every stroke, I’m pushing her closer to the edge. Her moans get louder, her body gripping me even tighter. I reach up to her mouth and slide my thumb between her lips. “Suck.”

She does, curling her tongue and lapping at the pad, and fuck if this girl isn’t a natural. Whoever she ends up with after tonight is going to be damn lucky.

The thought has my jaw clenching—a ridiculous, animalistic response to the idea of another man having her. I pull my thumb from her mouth and roll it over her swollen clit.

“Cole!” Delilah cries out as her back arches off the bed. I keep up the movement of my hips and thumb while I bend down and swirl my tongue over her nipple before drawing it into my mouth. Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, like a snake about to strike, and I want her to get there before I do. I want to feel her clenching around my dick, forcing my cum from me.

I suck hard on her nipple, pinch her clit, and angle my thrusts to hit the spot that will make her come apart. A few seconds later, she does, her hands fisting in the sheets, head thrown back, as her internal muscles clamp down around me.

“Fuck. That’s it, Delilah,” I groan. “You’re such a good girl, coming with my cock inside you.”

She cries out as I withdraw between pulses, then slam back in. My climax claws at me. Shit. I won’t last any longer. “You’re going to make me come. So. Fucking. Hard.”

Every muscle in my body tightens as heat and pleasure scorch up my shaft. I grab her hips, thrusting in as deep as I can go, my release filling the condom in wrenching spurt after wrenching spurt. I have a sudden irrational urge to pull out, rip it off, and sink back into her so I can see my cum spilling out of her when I’m done.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Instead, I give in to a different urge, taking her mouth in another kiss, our tongues twining together, her moans vibrating against my lips. It’s only when I’m completely spent that I tear myself away from her and pull out, rolling off her and onto my back.

I stare at the ceiling and try to catch my breath. It’s a damn lucky thing I’ll never see her again after tonight, because sex that good would be all-too easy to get addicted to.