Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I pull back, smiling down at her. “How so? I’m making what I want from you very clear.” I shove her dress up and pull her underwear to the side, running my fingers over her pussy, noticing the way she spreads her legs a little wider for me. “You’re wet.” I smile, and she swallows but doesn’t argue. No reason to deny what I can feel. When I shove a finger into her, she arches her neck, and her breath catches. “There’s nothing wrong with being a slut, princess.” I insert a second finger, and she moans. “Nate doesn’t understand what that means.” I remove them and push them in again while my thumb massages her clit. “If he could keep you satisfied, then you wouldn’t be fucking other men.”
People say all the time, once a cheater, always a cheater, but I don’t believe that. Not with Raylee. Once my girl understands that she belongs to me, she’ll never need or want another man. And I’ll kill any guy who even tries.
I may allow others to watch me play with her, but that’s only because I know it turns her on. I’ll never share her again.
Reaching up, she runs her hands through her hair while arching her back. “Colt, please-“
“What, princess?” I ask, my fingers getting more forceful. Her body rocks back and forth on her bed, still pinned under mine. I add a third one, spreading her wide, and her hands grip my forearms, nails digging into my skin. “Tell me we have a truce.”
She nods, sucking in a deep breath. “A truce. Just fuck me.”
“That’s a good little slut.” I praise her, and she whimpers. “But not yet.” I remove my fingers from her cunt, and she sags against the bed, her hands dropping from my arms.
I’m going to make her work for it. Standing, I grab her arm and yank her off the bed and shove her to her knees. Picking up the bottle, I take a swig and then order, “Unzip my jeans.”
Her hands lower my zipper quickly, showing me just how much she wants it.
“Pull my dick out.”
She reaches in and does as she’s told, stroking it and licking her red-painted lips.
I tilt the bottle, covering my cock with the liquid. Thankfully, it was sitting out during lunch so it’s not freezing cold. Wine drips off the sides and the head of my dick. “Drink it.”
She opens her mouth and takes in my cock, sucking the wine off my long shaft. “Don’t stop,” I order and pour a little more on my dick; most of it covers her face and spills on her sundress. She closes her eyes, and her mascara leaves black streaks down her hollowed cheeks.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty when you look like this,” I say, my free hand pushing the wet strands from her face while I pour more onto my cock. Her eyes are still closed, her face is soaked and so are my jeans. But she doesn’t stop sucking.
No, she takes me to the back of her throat, and my fingers dig into her hair at the scalp, grabbing her. “Fuck, princess.”
She whimpers on her knees, and I take a drink of the wine while listening to the sound of my cock fucking her mouth. She sucks it like she’s an alcoholic, willing to do whatever to get that last sip.
I pull her mouth from my cock, and she sucks in a breath.
“Look at me,” I order.
Her heavy eyes flutter open and her lashes are wet and clumped together, lipstick smeared, and makeup completely ruined. “Gorgeous,” I praise her.
Those pretty crystal-blue eyes go to the bottle in my other hand, and she licks her wet lips. “Do you want more?”
She nods, shifting on her knees. “Please.”
I lift the bottle, pouring some into my mouth and hold it instead of swallowing. Lowering my head to look down at her, I spit it out all over her face. Closing her eyes, she flinches. “Lick it off,” I order, and her tongue comes out, running across her lips and chin the best she can.
“Colt-“
Jerking her up by her hair, I make her cry out. I grip her chin, slamming my lips to hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine. I’ve never wanted to get drunk more than I do at this very second. I want to drown us both in it.
CHAPTER FOUR
RAYLEE
I DON’T EVEN try to think about how I got myself in this position twice in less than twelve hours. Or the fact that I should want to knock his head off, not let him fuck me.
Colt knows what my body wants, and I refuse to withhold pleasure from myself. If this is the only time we’re not killing one another, then so be it.
He pulls his lips away from mine, and I suck in a breath. My eyes burn, I’ve got wine up my nose, in my hair, and my dress is soaked. I’ve taken a wine bath.
My body is physically shaking, and my pussy is throbbing. “Colt.”
“I know.” He pulls his shirt up and over his head before tossing it to the side. I reach up and run my nails down his bare chest. The defined muscles tense at the pain it causes, and he hisses in a breath. I smile, satisfied at the red marks I just left. Then he rips his belt free from his jeans and orders, “Lie on the bed.”
I quickly remove my dress, underwear, and bra, and then scoot onto the side of the bed, lying across it. Bringing my heels up on the edge, I spread my legs for him. He slaps my inner thigh, making me cry out, and I slam my shaking legs shut.
He grips my hands and brings them around my legs, securing my wrists with his belt, keeping them restrained behind my knees. My arms are pulled tight, and I rock back and forth to try to loosen the tension, but it’s no use.
Then I feel him step away. I lift my head off the bed to try to see what he’s up to, but my legs restrict my vision. “Colt.” I start to panic. Surely, he wouldn’t leave me here like this, would he? Of course, he would; he’s done worse. My head falls back onto the bed, my neck getting sore from holding itself up. “Colt?” I shout when I don’t get a response, then jump when I feel something cool pour over my pussy, and I know it’s from the wine bottle. Fuck, the UTI this is going to give me be damned.
His hands grip my hips, and he yanks me to the edge of the bed. My ass hangs off it so far that I feel like I’m going to fall to the floor.
“Try to be quiet, princess.” He gently kisses my pussy, and I pull against his belt that has me tied in a knot. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight. And then I’m going to come all over your pretty face.”
I lick my lips just thinking about it.
His fingers dig into either side of my pussy, and he spreads my lips as wide as they will go. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out at the pain. Then I feel his warm tongue push inside me, and I close my eyes, a mumbled moan escaping my lips.
Letting go, he squeezes an arm between my restrained arms and legs and pulls me closer to his face. Half of my back now hangs off the side of the bed, and I can feel it slipping. Or maybe that’s the alcohol. I almost finished that entire bottle of wine myself at lunch.
He licks up my pussy before sucking on my throbbing clit, and I start shaking. My eyes roll back into my head. It takes a lot to get me off, and Colt knows this. He’s the only guy I’ve consistently fucked who can make me orgasm. He knows my body better than I do, and I hate that about him.
“Fuck, princess,” he growls before shoving two fingers into me this time, and I can’t help but let the cry out.
I feel like I’m falling, then realize that I have. My back is on the floor, the breath knocked out of me, and he’s kneeling, shoving my legs away, forcing me to lie on my side since my wrists are restrained underneath them. He widens his legs and takes his dick into his hand before shoving it into me without any warning.
His free hand comes up, grabbing a handful of my hair, and I whimper when he pulls it back. It’s hard to breathe at this angle. My arms are being yanked forward because my wrists are restrained under my knees, which happen to be in my chest, and I’m on my side. Almost like I was that night with the guys on the kitchen table.
He shoves two fingers into my mouth, gagging me while he fucks my wine-covered pussy on the floor of my bedroom at our parents’ house.
He pulls his fingers out and drool drips down my face as he drops his hand to my breasts, and he pinches my nipple. I try to fight him, to pull away, but I can’t. He’s got me locked in place. “Colt-“
He shoves his fingers back into my mouth, his free hand still holding my head back by my hair. My eyes are watering, and I can hear his grunts while his cock slams into my pussy.
“Does my dirty slut want a dick in her mouth while I fuck her tight cunt?” he growls.
His fingers run up and down my tongue, making drool drip out the corner of my mouth and onto the floor where I lie.
“Would you like that, princess?” he asks, pulling his cock free from my pussy and then slowly pushing it back in. Teasingly, inch by inch, knowing I want it rough. “Your pussy is telling me you would. It’s getting wetter just thinking about it.”
I whimper, trying to suck in a breath through my nose.
“Open wide,” he orders, and adds a third finger into my mouth, forcing it to stretch farther than I thought possible, and tears fall from my eyes down the side of my face. “You looked so pretty that night you had three cocks using you.”
I moan, followed by the sound of me trying to slurp up the drool on his fingers when he pulls them out. I manage to suck in one deep breath before he slaps his hand over my mouth and begins to pound into me.
“But that’ll never happen again,” he tells me, gripping my cheeks and pulling the side of my face up off the carpet, forcing me to look up at him. “No other cock will ever fuck you again but mine. Do you understand?” To further his point, he pulls back and pushes into me painfully slow this time.
My heart pounds harder at his words. This is a whole new level that we’ve never played before. Colt doesn’t lie, but he is a very good manipulator. He knows how to get me in vulnerable situations that require his help to get me out of.