He ran his hands up over my sides, his reflection grinning at me devilishly as he squeezed my tits through my bra. He tugged my pants off, and I lifted my feet out of my jeans obediently. I was standing there in just my bra and panties now, and suddenly a rush of air from the vent above us brushed my skin, causing me to shiver.
Colt reached down and took my hand, slipped the hair tie I was wearing off my wrist and pulled my hair back. His hands brushed against my shoulders so gently, and then he was gathering my hair into a ponytail and slipping the elastic around it.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered into my ear.
I nodded.
“Put your hands on the counter.”
I walked forward and put my hands on the counter, and then he was behind me, his hands on my hips, guiding me toward him. He reached down and grabbed my chin, twisted it back until his mouth met mine and he kissed me again, hard and deep.
“Look at yourself,” he said, and pushed my head back toward the mirror. My breath sucked in at the image in the mirror in front of me. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and Colt’s hands were twisting the strands tightly. His other hand was on my hip. “Look at how fucking bad you want to fuck.”
I moaned and he kissed me again, hungrily, and when he stopped, he reached down and tugged the cups of my bra down until my tits spilled out, my nipples hard and erect.
Then he straightened up, and I started to go with him, wanted to feel his body back on mine, the warmth of him on top of me. I was shivery, almost feverish, burning from the inside out as a scorching ache settled in between my legs.
“No, baby.” He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down toward the counter. “Hold onto the counter.” His voice was deep, coming from that feral, wild place inside of him that I could tell was about to take over.
I gripped the counter, the marble cold under my fingers. Colt’s hands held me steady for a moment, gripping my shoulders before his nails scraped gently down my back, not enough to hurt, just enough to let me know he was in control.
His right hand stopped on the small of my back, holding me steady as his other hand pushed my panties to the side and exposed my pussy to him.
“Shit,” he groaned. “Look at that tight little pussy.” His index finger slid up my opening and then pushed into me, stretching me around him. His fingertip curled up inside of me and I gasped and tried to push into him, but he slapped my ass and held me steady.
“Stop,” he groaned. “Don’t move.”
I whimpered.
“I’m going to fuck you now, harder than I’ve ever fucked you before. Do you understand?”
I nodded and closed my eyes.
“Say it.”
“I understand.” I could hear him behind me, undoing his pants and then the head of his cock was at the entrance of my pussy. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it over my hole, over my clit, spreading my pussy out around his shaft without entering me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned and then he pushed into me and I still wasn’t used to how thick he was, how hard his cock got, the full feeling he caused inside of me.
And then he was fucking me, just like he said he was going to, and I was gripping the counter tight because I needed to brace myself as he thrust his hips into me, working out whatever emotional pain he was feeling on my body.
He held my hip with one hand, his other still on the small of my back, holding me steady as he pushed into me.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, shocked at the words escaping my lips.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes.” He was pushing into me harder and faster, pulling his dick all the way out before thrusting it back inside of me.
“Open your eyes,” Colt commanded.
I opened my eyes, watching as he pumped into me, watching my tits bounce in the mirror, watched as he grabbed my ponytail for leverage and began pounding me harder.
“Colt,” I moaned. “Oh, my God, Colt.”
He fucked me harder and faster, over and over, his dick opening me to him as he claimed my body.
Finally, he pulled out of my completely, then, picked me up and set me down on the counter, turning me around toward him before entering me again immediately.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and he put one hand on the mirror behind me, the other on my tailbone as he fucked me harder and harder, and then we were both coming at the same time, our bodies exploding as I felt him shoot a load inside of me, warming me, shot after shot of his seed coating my inside.
When he was finished, he stayed inside of me, pulled me closed, scooting my ass forward on the counter I until was flush against him.
“Olivia,” he whispered, and he was brushing my hair back from my face, pushing the strands off my forehead. Now that he’d had his release, his tone was tender, his voice filled with emotion. “Olivia, baby, you have to trust me.”
“Colt,” I pleaded. “Please, I don’t …” I trailed off and closed my eyes, but his hands were on my face, one on each side, and he tipped my lips up to his and kissed me.