From Bully To Beloved

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My body is buzzing, aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through my veins. I want to say something more clever and sassy to Coltonthan “hush” after his little quip, but I’m too satisfied. As far as I’m concerned, he’s more than earned the right to be smug. Holy shit. Normally, I’m unable to have more than one orgasm, if even that. But not this time. My body still hasn’t recovered-it’s trembling, and after a few more kisses, I reach for the blanket, but I’m too shaky to grab it.

Coltongrabs the bedspread for me, bringing it up to cover us both. “I love how passionate and impulsive you are, baby,” he rumbles, pushing my hair from my face.

“Yeah, but we both know, typically I amnotimpulsive.”

“I beg to differ. You accepted the kiss deal, onimpulse. You drew me naked, onimpulse. You greeted me in lingerie, onimpulse.”

“You don’t think I took my time to think about all that? I did. Brand-new lingerie, by the way.”

“You saying you picked out that little number just for me? I’m beyond flattered.”

“I was trying for ‘making you speechless.’ But I should have realized it would take more than lingerie to get you to keep your mouth shut.”

“How can I be quiet when you greeted me looking likethat? And you can deny it all you want, but there was still some impulsiveness about it. Especially considering the fact that last night, you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“Keep talking, and this will be the firstandlast time we have sex.”

“Liar.”

When he’s right, he’s right. I absolutelywillhave sex with him again. How can I not? I’ve never experienced such visceral and carnal lovemaking in my life. The second we crashed into bed, every other thought flew out of my head. All I could focus on was him and what he was doing to my body.

Even now, a fervent desire to have him again is building hard and fast within me.

“Yeah, well…maybe.”

I kiss him. I can’t seem to get enough of his mouth-everywhere. He chuckles, but kisses me back, his firm hand cupping my cheek with gentleness. I believe that’s what surprises me the most. For such a strong, take-charge personality, the way he touches me, it’s as though he’s trying to take care of me.

Like he wants to memorize every inch of my body with his hands and mouth. I’m absolutely going to let him. After all, that’s exactly what I want to do to him. He slides his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his chest. Even though we just finished, he’s hard again, if what’s poking me in the stomach is any indication. I slip my hand under the blanket, needing to feel the weight of him against my palm.

Oh. My. God.

Yes.

The man is sex personified, and I’m all about it. I palm his dick and start stroking, and it grows larger beneath my touch.

Coltongrunts, grabs both my hands, and rolls me on my back, kissing me deeper while spreading my legs with his knees. He has me slide a condom onto him, and we rock together like this for some time, his bulge against my center (so hot), but I couldn’t tell you how long. It’s like everything in my head that isn’t Coltonexits stage left.

All I can do is focus on our bodies and how to make him moan.

Because a guy moaning-no, Coltonmoaning-has got to be the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. I’ve been with guys who are silent in bed, which isn’t a bad thing, but sometimes you want tohearhow good you’re making him feel. Coltonisn’t shy about letting me know that he likes what I’m doing.

“I love hearing you,” I whisper, lightly digging my nails into his skin to drag a grunt out of him. “It’s hot…your voice is so manly and deep and…sexy.”

“Oh, yeah?” he growls.

“Yeah.”

“Do you know what else is hot?” he whispers against my lips before descending to my neck.

“What?”

“How your whole body shakes when I do this.”

He finds the sensitive spot on my neck and gently sucks, sending powerful shudders of desire racing down my spine.

“That so?” I ask, already breathless. “Hmm. No idea what you’re talking about.”

He chuckles again, nuzzling my throat. “Oh, really?” His palm curls around my neck, and I gasp. He does it again, and I moan, “Oh, thatspot.” My body is screaming for more, and I’m all too happy to listen. No holding back. No overthinking.

“Cal…again,” I moan as my legs almost automatically part wider for him, and I feel his thick dick at my opening, with the wonderful promise of being filled.

“Again?” With his palm around my throat, Coltonlets out a satisfied growl, and the sound makes my freaking toes curl. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a long fucking time.”

When he slides into me, it’s just as breathtaking as it was the first time.

The way my body stretches around him makes it seem like we were meant to fit together. “Fuck… fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, his hair hanging over my head.

The moment my gaze meets his, he starts to move, and I’m lost in the pleasure and sensations of everything Cal. “Oh…dear God, you really know what you’re doing.” I don’t know why I’m surprised. His confidence has to come from somewhere. Clearly, it’s well-earned.

Even as he’s thrusting in and out of me, I can’t get enough of his kisses. I can’t help it. My mouth is always moving, always going for his lips. He’s nudging me closer, caging me in with his arms, his tongue is in me, his dick is in me, and I couldn’t be any more aroused. His kisses leave me breathless, wanting more.

Everything he does makes me want more.

Coltonsuddenly pulls back, and my body shivers with the loss of his warmth. Still buried inside me, he sits back on his knees, hair falling into his piercing eyes when he gazes down at me. With that all-too-familiar smirk, he studies my face. Those fantastic hands of his grab my hips, moving me along with his thrusts, the new angle making me see stars. One hand moves to my sex, and his thumb brushes against my clit.

I moan, reaching up to grip the pillow beneath my head.

Cal’s smirk widens, that cocky smile that used to annoy me, adding fuel to the raging fire low in my belly. Damn jerk. Stupid, handsome, very-good-at-sex jerk.

The pillow isn’t solid enough to hold onto.

“Hold on to the headboard,” he commands, sensing my dilemma and causing my heart to pound rapidly.