"Keep going," Colton urges me.
I stroke my clit in circles with my fingers. "I bent over the bed and used my vibrator and pretended it was you."
He makes a sound low in his throat. "I swore I wouldn't touch you today, Cassie," he says.
My breath comes shorter now, my fingers flicking over my clit faster. "But…"
"Put your hand on my shoulder," he says. "Lean forward and put your hand on me."
Put your hand on me.
I desperately want to touch his cock. He strokes it faster as I bend over him, one hand on his shoulder and the other between my legs, my back arched and my ass pushed up, in my high heels and nothing else.
My face is close to his, but he doesn't try to kiss me. When his hand grazes my hand as he strokes his cock, the contact makes me even hotter. I'm so close to his cock that all I would have to do is move a little higher, straddle him, and sink down onto it. The thought nearly sends me over the edge.
"Slide your fingers into your pussy," he says, his voice strained. "Fuck yourself with your fingers and imagine it’s my cock inside you."
I comply, bracing my hand against him while I reach further, my fingers sliding easily inside until my palm presses hard against my clit.
"Oh God," I breathe.
"You bent over your bed and imagined that I was fucking you from behind," Colton growls. He pumps his cock harder, and I push my fingers into my pussy as deeply as I can, wishing it were Colton's cock instead.
"Yes," I whimper.
"You thought about how my cock would feel inside that tight little virgin pussy," Colton says.
"Yes," I cry out. "Oh, God, yes."
"Did you think about me coming inside you?" Colton asks. "Did you imagine how it would feel to have my cum fill you up, drip out of you as you stood there bent over?"
"Yes,” I say, the word strangled. The thought of Colton coming inside me sends me hurtling over the edge, my orgasm overtaking me with unexpected intensity. It’s white-hot, stronger than I've ever felt. I bite down on my lip to stifle the sound so hard, I taste blood.
"Move your hand," Colton warns. Then, with a painful groan, he jerks himself off to a climax, and comes.
All over my pussy.
I'm standing there, leaning over Colton King, with cum dripping over my mound and down the sides of my thighs.
I've never felt more dirty.
Or more turned on.
"You came on me," I whisper. My head is spinning, my pussy still throbbing. And covered in Colton King's cum.
He looks up at me. "I marked it as mine," he says. Scratch that. He doesn't say it, he practically snarls it, his voice at once possessive and threatening.
I stand up, not sure I heard what I thought I heard. "You did what?"
"I marked it as mine," he says, rising. He turns, smacking me lightly on the ass as he walks by me on the way to the bathroom, totally nonchalant like he does this all the time.
He marked his territory.
I stand with my arms crossed over my chest, suddenly very self-conscious. Not only did I just tell a guy that I fantasized about him, but I just straddled him and fingered myself while he talked dirty to me and came on me.
So I guess I'm jumping right into the deep end.
Even though he barely touched me, I feel more vulnerable than if his hands had roamed my entire body.
Colton returns with a warm washcloth in his hand, pressing it against my pussy as he looks at me and grins.
"That was your way of marking me? What are you? A dog?"
He doesn’t answer me for a minute, but his eyes never leave mine as he slowly cleans me, his fingers pressing the terrycloth against my clit for far too long than necessary before moving over the insides of my thighs.
"I'm going to mark you everywhere," he whispers. "All of you is going to be mine, Cassie Rae."
17
Colton
I can't believe I just said that. Not the part about marking her. I definitely want to come all over her. But the part about her being mine.
I've never said that to anyone before. But it's the truth. I don't want anyone else touching this girl.
"You can't just claim me," she says, shaking her head. She bends down and pulls her panties on, and I stand there watching her. "Who says stuff like that?"
"The guy who just came all over your pussy," I answer. I reach for her waist because I want to pull her against me, feel her skin against mine. And because watching her put on panties is hot. Watching her take them off is even better.
"I thought you weren't going to lay a finger on me," she whispers.
"I'm going to put my fingers inside you," I tell her. "Just not today."
"Because coming on me is enough for you?"
My cock twitches its response, which is a huge hell no. Coming on her pussy is far from enough. I want to fuck the absolute hell out of this girl.
"Does it look like it was enough?" I ask, pressing my cock against her leg. I’m still hard for her.
Her face colors.