Page 121 of Ride or Die

I turn to get a look at him but the angle hurts my neck and a surge of unexpected panic jolts through me because the last time I felt someone like this was when I was bent over that kitchen table back in West Virginia. “I… I can’t see you,” I shudder out, momentarily terrified. “I-I need to see you.”

“Oh, shit, sorry, baby…” Cole gruffs breathlessly. And again, I’m being manhandled, turned to face the foot of the bed, my eyes adjusting to make out the reflection in the antique mirror across the bedroom, Cole’s piercing blue gaze meeting mine, quelling all panic and fear. “See me now, darlin’?”

“Oh my god,” I whisper under a breath. Holy shit, seeing myself like this, naked, on my hands and knees, Cole behind me, his big hands gripping my waist and holding me right where I am, feeling but not seeing his cock notched at my needy entrance, this might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, like watching myself get fucked on television.

“Eyes on me, Clara,” Cole utters, and then I feel him, his cock sliding inside of me, almost torturously slow, yet so fucking good. My mouth falls open and it takes all I have to keep my eyes from closing, my hazy gaze focused on his.

“That’s it, baby,” he hisses through gritted teeth, pulling out slowly again, each piercing on his dick taunting me, causing my body to jolt with every pass. “So fuckin’ good.”

“Oh, fuck…” I groan, my head falling forward when it’s almost too deep, too much. I steel myself with a few breaths, biting down on my bottom lip to stifle my sounds.

“Fuck. Seein’ you like this,” Cole murmurs, big hands pulling my ass cheeks apart to get even deeper, “seein’ your pussy swallow my cock like this… Ugh, baby I’m about to fuckin’ come.”

I look up then, meeting his eyes in the mirror and seeing him begin to unravel, his hips picking up speed, slamming into me a little harder each time.

“So… good,” I whimper, my voice catching in the back of my throat when he hits me deep, my breath torn from my lungs.

“This okay?” he asks, wrapping my hair around his fist and tugging it with enough force it holds me steady.

“Yes,” I huff out.

Cole leans over me then, his other hand wrapping around my throat, not tight, yet tight enough for me to feel the slightest restriction. “Isthisokay?” he rasps, eyes boring into mine in the reflection.

“Oh fuck, yes.” I moan, startled by just how much I like it. Between his hand on my throat, the feel of my hair being pulled, and the way his dick fills me, my whole body feels like it’s on fire, about ready to combust at any moment.

“C’mere, baby girl,” Cole gruffs, pulling me up onto my knees until I’m flush against his front, hand still clamped around my throat, cock still filling me.

“Look at you, darlin’,” he utters, lips by my temple. “Look how fuckin’ perfect you are. How perfectweare.”

I watch us in the mirror, taken aback and heady with lust by just how deliciously filthy and erotic the sight is. I can see his cock sliding into me in the mirror, see myself take him beautifully, see the way his dick glistens more from my arousal with every slide.

I palm my bouncing tits, pinching my aching nipples while watching myself the entire time. I’ve never felt sexier than I do right now.

“You like watchin’ huh?” Cole asks, the mirror highlighting the smile in his eyes.

“Yes,” I pant out, his hold of my throat tightening a touch.

“Slide your hand down,” he whispers. “Rub that pretty little clit.”

I trail my hand down my belly, stopping at my soaked pussy and circling my clit, my back arching.

“Oh, you’re so fuckin’ good, baby.” Cole groans. “That’s it.”

“Ohmygod.” My head falls back against his shoulder, eyes rolling. “I think… I’m… I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck yeah, you are,” Cole spits out, his hips shifting up and hitting me hard, the pressure in my belly unfurling when his cock grazes that one spot. “I can feel you. Oh. Shit. Fuck?—”

He stills then, his hard body shuddering. Buried so deep inside of me I feel almost too full, his hand around my throat holding me even tighter it sends me hurtling over the edge, and I come with him, every nerve ending in my body lighting up with my release.

“Oh!” I cry out despite the restriction against my voice box, probably too loud. Somehow, Cole manages to shove his fingers in my mouth, smothering my sounds as we work through our releases together.

“Shit, Clara, baby,” he whimpers against my ear, his cock still pulsing. “Fuuuck.”

I turn, meeting his lips and he removes his fingers, kissing me hard, desperate, sloppy until he sags back against the mattress, taking me with him, both of us breathless and boneless and everything in between.

Moments pass, maybe seconds, minutes, possibly hours. I’m still wrapped up in Cole, his legs twined with mine, arms wrapped around me, holding me so contradictingly soft, compared to the way he was just so brutally fucking me.

“Look at me, baby.”