Cole (Dirty Misfits MC Book 4)

My apartment door burst open as we stumbled into my apartment. Cole’s teeth clattered against my own in a searing, heated kiss as my hands groped him in every space I could possibly think to touch. I ran my hands through his hair as I jumped, locking my legs around his waist. And as his massive, callused hands gripped my ass cheeks that begged to come out of my clothes, he kicked the door closed.

Before we collapsed to the carpeted floor.

Our clothes came off in a flurry as his lips kissed every single part of me he could find. They raked down my neck before his lips nibbled against my pulse point. My toes curled as his heavy cock fell against my thigh, streaking it with leaking precum that denoted his want for me. My nails raked along his chiseled muscles, feeling them pucker and undulate as he worked to bring me pleasure.

And as I laid there, groaning out his name, I knew I had to have him.

I couldn’t wait a second longer to have him.

“Cole,” I said breathlessly.

He growled as he nipped at the inside of my thighs. “You smell amazing. Holy fuck.”

I gripped his hair, tugging him up. “Cole, please.”

He shook my hands off. “I want to taste you.”

I whimpered. “Another time. I just—”

He paused. “Molly, if you don’t want to do this—”

I shot upright. “No, no! That’s not it!”

He slowly sat up and back on his haunches. “Then, what is it?”

I closed my thighs sheepishly as my face turned beet red. “I just… want to, you know.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Use your words, beautiful.”

I snickered and shook my head. “I want to feel you now. Not later. That’s all.”

His eyes held mine as he leaned forward, perching on his hands and knees. His eyes grew dark as he crawled to me, his thick cock swinging as it pointed toward the floor. My eyes held his as I slowly laid back down, watching him crawl up me with a predatory look in his eye.

Then, he settled between my legs and grabbed my ankles.

“Over the shoulders. Now,” he commanded.

I quickly did as he asked, suspending my legs against his shoulders. His gaze fell to my dripping wet pussy and all I could think about was how amazing he’d feel. His fingers parted my soaked pussy lips. His fingertip drew the softest circle around my engorged clit, making me jump as I moaned out into my small apartment.

And as his chuckle filled the space around us, he plunged his cock into my depths.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out.

He fell against me, his hands planted on either side of my face. “Holy fuck, you’re tight. Jesus Christ.”

I locked my legs around him, bucking my hips in order to get him to move. Our lips fell together once more as our tongues collided, dancing an all-too-familiar routine that had somehow gone from foreign to recognizable in the span of a few minutes. Everything about him felt familiar. As if I had met up with him in another life and given my heart and soul to him.

And as I moaned down the back of his throat, he pulled his hips back.

Before snapping them together with mine.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered.

With my body helplessly bent in half beneath him, he pounded into me as hard as he could go. His balls smacked against my ass cheeks as my juices dripped against my skin, warning me of what was to come. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My toes curled so deeply that my calves cramped. And as I repositioned myself, enjoying the electric assault on my body, my heart came alive.

My soul took flight.

It felt like I was finally living my life again.

Our bodies became one as pleasure coursed its way through my veins. My legs slid off his shoulders and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His muscles moved against my body, working harder and faster for us to meet our ends. I gazed into his eyes, watching how he watched me. Watching how he studied me. How he drank in every reaction just to make sure he was giving me exactly what I wanted.

I enjoyed how attentive he had become.

“Oh, God,” I groaned.

“There is it,” he hissed.

My body jittered. “Oh, shit. Cole. Holy fuck, Cole. Yes!”

“Come for me. That’s it.”

“Cole! I’m so close!”

He nipped at my neck. “Let go, Molly. Just relax and let go.”

I closed my eyes and did as he asked, relaxing my body even though it wanted to stay contracted. And the second I lost myself fully in him, I fell over the edge. That coil popped deep within my gut and sent me spiraling into a darkened abyss as Cole clung to me, our lips hastily mashed together. His hips stuttered as my walls drained him, milking him of his mark. And as our bodies shivered in tandem with each other, we collapsed against the damp carpet that housed the faded outline of our wet bodies.

As Cole’s weight blanketed me from the rest of the world.

I wasn’t sure how long we laid there, and I certainly didn’t know what time we had gotten up to move. But after a little while of lying there, Cole shifted against me. He got up, taking his still-hardened cock with him as juices gushed from between my legs.

Then, he scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.

“Come on. There’s a good girl,” he grunted.

Okay, so maybe not completely like I weighed nothing. But still, it made me feel delicate and protected.

Something I never thought I’d ever feel with a man again.

He settled me against the cool sheets of my bed and I sighed with delight. My muscles relaxed against my mattress as he slid in against me, his arm protectively sliding across my waist. He pulled me close, my ass settled against his still-wet dick. He kissed my exposed neck softly, as if to kiss me goodnight. So, I shifted around in his arms until we were face to face, our lips allowing the only breath we could afford as our aching bodies lied helplessly against each other.

“Get some sleep,” Cole whispered.

I kissed the tip of his nose. “You, too. Stay as long as you’d like.”

And as my eyes fluttered closed with my words, something amazing happened that night.

At no point in time did I experience any of my nightmares.