Cole: The Wounded Sons Leah Sharelle (best books to read all time .txt) 📖

wet juices. Moving her hips wildly, Oaklee ground her cunt against my mouth, her movements hurried and unrehearsed.

“Jesus, honey, your mouth is … ahh yes … so good.” Her pants turned me on so much, hearing her call me honey, my plan to take my sweet time with her was rapidly about to change. Spearing her hole deep with my tongue, again then once more. I growled low and dangerous when a flood of cream coated my tongue just at the same time Oaklee wailed my name, chanting it over and over as her hips bucked and jerked, her core clenching onto my tongue, strangling it as her climax rolled on and on.

My mouth and chin were smothered in Oaklee’s release, and I never wanted to wash it off. Knowing I did that to her drove her so wild that she screamed my name so loud a passing ship could hear; she made me feel like a conqueror. My dick was throbbing in my pants, pulsing at the same quick pace as my heart.

Whatever Oaklee was doing to me, I didn’t want it to stop.

Lapping up as much juice as I could, I swiped my tongue over her quivering clit one last time before carefully pulling her leg from my shoulder, making sure she was steady before getting to my feet, my hands going to my waistband to unbutton my pants and removing them.

“I wanted to do that.” Oaklee’s cute pout made even cuter by the way she was slumped against the door, barely holding her head up with her arms limp by her sides.

“Temptress, if you even brush a finger across my dick, I will shoot my load all over the floor,” I choked out, suddenly thinking of her jacking me off with her soft hands, my cum spilling from the tip and coating her fingers.

Fuck! Don’t think about her mouth around it, mate, or there will be no chance for you to hold back.

Ridding myself of my boots, I hurriedly kicked off my jeans and picked Oaklee up by her waist, her legs wrapping around me, and carried her to the bed.

Never had three feet felt so long, with her wet, flooded pussy pressing into my groin. All I can think is how much I want to remember what it was like being in her for the first time. That night was still so frustratingly unclear. Small pieces came back to me, but I want to remember it all. Not so much for me, but for her. Oaklee deserved so much better than what my alcohol-fuzzed brain could recall. It still shamed me to think she gave me herself so willingly, knowing how she felt about me, and there I was, believing for a time it had been a wet dream.

A bite to my earlobe brought my mind back to where it should be … with my tiny Temptress.

“You okay, honey?” Oaklee stared at me with concern in her greens.

Kissing her softly, I took us both down onto the bed, her under me, her legs still wrapped around my waist. She was so small, so tiny, so trusting it broke my heart but in a good way.

“Never better, baby, never better,” I crooned against her lips, loving that she cared so much for me.

My dick was at her entrance, so desperate to slide in, there was nothing on this earth that could stop me from taking her and making her really mine.

No questions, no doubts.

“Make love to me, honey, let’s create a new first time.” My heart clenched at her generosity, her unbelievable forgiveness for my thoughtless actions. Oaklee was handing me a reprieve and I wasn’t about to turn it down. Never again will I let her down, let her believe she was anything but worthy.

Sinking my arms under her shoulders, I cupped her head in my palms and moved my hips forward. The head of my cock slipping past her wet lips, breaching her entrance. The heat that met my cock was overwhelmingly warm and slick, the tightness only this far in so incredible I couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like once I was balls deep in her.

“Look at me, baby,” I demanded when I noticed her closing her eyes, her face tight with concentration as I slowly inched my way inside her.

“Don’t stop looking at me, please. I want this moment ingrained into my brain, your eyes looking back at me when I make you mine.”

“I am yours, Cole,” Oaklee whispered back to me, her inner muscles clamping and convulsing with each push of my hips.

“Yeah, you are,” I agreed, surging forward until my dick was hitting the entrance of her cervix and my balls resting at the rosebud of her arse.

“Fuck!”

“So deep, so deep.”

Oaklee and I cried out at the same time, our voices trembling.

“Sweet mother of God, there is nothing better than this.” My worshiping words bringing a smile to my girl’s lips.

“You say the sweetest things, honey,” Oaklee sassed me.

“They are more than just words, baby, I mean every one. Are you okay with me lying on you like this? I can get up a bit—” I went to move up on my forearms, but Oaklee whimpered, her nails scoring the skin on my back.

“No! Like this, I want us like this. Close.”

Dropping a hot, open-mouth kiss to hers, I grunted my approval at her need for me to be close. Pulling my hips back, I pulled out of her until just my tip was inside, then painfully slow, pushed back in. Her natural suction was so tight I had to work to get back in.

Pulling back and pushing forward, we found a rhythm as we kissed. Tugging at her bottom lip with my teeth, then lathing it with my tongue, I lost myself in Oaklee’s sexy moans. One thing that was very clear, Oaklee loved to kiss. Her mouth chased mine, and her tongue mimicked what mine did to her. All the while, our pelvises ground together until