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

that familiar tingle crept up from the base of my spine. My toes curled as I tried to gain control over my body, but the immense pleasure of just being inside Oaklee was too great an obstacle to fight against.

Ripping my lips away, I latched my mouth to her throat, just below her ear, and alternated between gentle bites and licks at the delicate skin. I discovered the other night with great satisfaction, Oaklee also loved her neck being kissed.

As much as I wanted her nipples back in my mouth, Oaklee wanted me close, and what Oaklee wants, she gets. Plus, we have so many more days and nights ahead of us for me to kiss and memorise every inch of her. It didn’t bother me; in fact, having her erect nipples digging into my chest was just fine.

“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” I moaned into her throat, one second wishing for that ultimate rush of release, the next begging my dick not to let this moment ever end.

“So close, honey,” Oaklee moaned, “I’m so close.”

Switching one of my hands to cup the back of her neck, I gently tilted her head to get better access to her throat. Skimming my tongue down the graceful column, I used my tongue as I did in her pussy. Long deep strokes, leaving a wet trail, marking her skin with my scent so that there was no mistaking who she belonged to.

“Come for me, Temptress, give me all your essence, coat me in it, bathe my dick in your cum.” My dirty words did what I intended them to do, Oaklee let out a sobbing groan, her core muscles squeezing my dick so hard it hurt.

“Yes, baby, yes! Come for me!” Pumping my hips faster, I chased the sensations that had my balls drawing up, tightening in readiness to fill up my girl’s pussy with my own cum.

One, two, three pumps, and on the fourth, I held my pelvis hard against hers, feeling her little clit at the base of my cock, her pussy throbbing like it had its own heartbeat, and finally, her scream marked the second her climax hit her. A river of molten wetness surrounded my shaft, the ooze of her desire the final nail in my orgasmic coffin. Darkness filled my vision then bullets of light flashed behind my eyelids, blinding me.

“Fucking hell, yes!” My deafening shout muffled by Oaklee’s own cry of completion. Cum left the tip of my cock like a round of shells from an AK-47, each spurt hitting its mark as Oaklee’s inner muscles clenched and spasmed around my shaft, milking me dry. Never had an orgasm been so painful and so fucking amazing all at the same time.

“Oh god, oh god,” I chanted against her throat, “what are you doing to me, baby.”

“The same thing you are doing to me, honey,” Oaklee breathed into my ear, her tongue licked around the top. “Trying to ruin you for anyone else.”

My heart rate tripled, hearing the passion and lust in Oaklee’s voice, the raw need. The tiny woman was consuming me, breaking down my lonely existence one sweet smile and one sexy moan at a time.

Gathering her into a tight embrace, my cock still lodged where it belonged, I dropped my mouth and kissed my girl with all the passion I could muster. Sinking deeper into her, I kissed her until both of us were silently begging for air. Holding her close, I buried my face in the crook of her neck, still panting and still reeling from the most explosive sex of my life.

“Consider me ruined, baby. And I ain’t ever letting you go, not tonight, not tomorrow. Not ever.”

“Back at ya, honey.”

Smiling, I rolled to my side, taking Oaklee with me, my cock still locked inside her by her tightness.

“Not going to forget this time, I hope,” Oaklee muttered, biting my pec then soothing it with soft kisses.

Sated for now and very happy, I sighed contently.

“Not on your fucking life, Temptress.”

No way in hell was I ever going to forget the moment I found my future.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

OAKLEE

Books littered the carpet around me, stacks piled into genres just waiting for me to price them and put them in a temporary home here in the store.

Only problem was, I had no focus.

For the first time in my life, romance books were the last thing on my mind, replaced with the real romance that was budding between Cole and me.

Our weekend at the beach with his team and the wives had been so much fun. Cole and I made love at night, and swam in the ocean and partied with the group during the day. Cole barely let me leave his arms the entire time, even in the water, he held me. Sitting on the sand around the bonfire at dusk, I sat on his lap, his arms around me, his hands brushing through my hair, over my arms and legs. He touched me everywhere, and I soaked up each minute of it.

Cole’s attention to me, to my needs, was so sweet and meant the world to me. It also had another effect on me, another positive effect. Since we got back from the beach three and a half weeks ago, I had not looked into the mirror to look at myself and repeat my mantra. Even after eating breakfast, that horrible need to reassure myself that eating some toast and vegemite was allowed and okay. That nourishing my body was a good thing to do. Cole was taking care of nourishing my heart for me very well.

Every night since the beach trip, Cole has been in my bed, in my home. With me.

We went to work during the day, me at the store or at the Club with Memphis and Cole dividing his time between several of the Club’s businesses. Sharing texts and phone calls, we planned our nights talking about what we wanted to cook for tea or