Page 82 of Colton

“Please make me come, sir,” the begging in her voice is all it takes—another proof of how weak I am for her, and for her sweet words.

I press a soft kiss to the back of her head, and start ramming my cock in and out of her. The sounds she’s making only grow louder, and when her body starts shaking, I know that she’s getting closer.

My fingers find her clit, putting pressure on it, and that’s all it takes for her to fall apart on my cock. She screams my name as she comes, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, the pleasure clear on her face.

I slam into her, holding her hips tightly as I spill inside of her, my eyes snapping shut. Fucking hell, the feeling of her warm cunt swallowing each drop of my cum is something I will always look forward to. I stay buried inside of her, making sure everything stays inside of her, before slowly pulling out.

“Are you alright?” I murmur, slowly helping her stand up.

Her legs give out, and I catch her before she can fall. I sit back down in my chair, with her on my lap. She’s all but limp in my arms, breathing heavily, the scent of sex and our mixed releases filtering through the room.

“Mhm,” she mumbles. “Just tired.”

“Well, I guess you learned your lesson.” I kiss the top of her head.

“Not really,” she manages a weak laugh.

With a sigh, I adjust my hold on her, her head falling on my shoulder.

“Are you in pain?”

“Right now? No. I’ll probably be tomorrow, though.”

“I’ll tell Emiliano to prepare a bath for you.” I reach for my phone and immediately send a text. Emiliano’s response is immediate, sending me a thumbs-up emoji, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“I want you to bathe with me,” she murmurs.

“As you wish.”

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Avalon’s in front of me, and this is one of the rare moments I’m happy that the bathtub is massive. There are bubbles around us, her back pressed against my chest. Next to the tub is a small table, holding two glasses of wine and some fruit for her to snack on while we’re in here.

She opts for green grapes, popping a few into her mouth. It’s otherwise silent, but her body’s relaxing under the water, and I can tell she’s growing more and more tired. It’s my fault, really. I continued to test her, and although I’m satisfied with the results, I’ll remember to hold myself back from now on.

“Are you better?” I murmur, reaching for the wine glass and taking a sip.

“I’m fine,” she chuckles. “You don’t have to continue to check up on me every four minutes, Colton. I’m not a baby.”

“But I did go a bit overboard,” I say. “And I apologize for that.”

“Don’t apologize.” She leans more into me. “I loved every second of it. I’m just not used to someone so… intense.”

“I can tone it down.”

“Don’t,” she responds, a little too quickly. “I like it.”

“Are you sure?”

She nods, and slowly turns in the tub so she can face me. She’s a couple of inches apart from me, and I grab her legs, wrapping them around my waist, my hands wrapping around hers.

“Don’t worry too much about me. You’ve been wonderful,” she says, leaning in and kissing me.

The kiss is soft, and I sigh into it, a small chuckle following. My lips move against hers, and when her hands wrap around my neck, pulling herself closer to me, I can barely hold myself back. I don’t remember ever being this aroused with anyone else. I’m like a goddamned hormonal college student.

She pulls back, breaking the kiss, and the softness in her eyes makes my heart swell with affection. Slowly, I stroke her cheek, watching her lean into my touch. Her eyes close briefly, and when she opens them, there’s so much love in them that I don’t know how to handle — how ever to be worthy of this look.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.