Colton & His Angel (Book One Of The "And His" Series) (Un-Edited) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Forty Eight-Layla (Unedited)

"I'm gonna be late" I say on a moan as Colton is between my legs, his mouth on my pussy.

"No, you won't" he says in a muffled voice, not surprising like the fact he didn't even lift his face from my pussy. "Now, be a good girl, and come for me" he growls as he bites my clit setting off my orgasm.

I throw the pillow over my face, muffling my screams, when Colton thrusts inside me. "So. Fucking. Perfect" he growls as he grinds on top of me as he pulls the pillow from my face, the movement makes me gasp as he hits my sweet spot while his cock fills me completely.

"God, your cock is fucking amazing—I love how it fills up" I moan arching my back.

"Fuck" he mutters. "I fucking love it when my angel talks dirty" he growls.

"Yeah?" I say breathlessly.

"Fuck, yeah" he grunts thrusting harder.

"Well, I love it when you fuck me, dirty" I moan.

"Fuck" he grunts. "Angel" he growls as he circles his hips as he thrusts inside my pussy, the motion brushes against my clit and I can already feel the orgasm that's building inside me.

"Yes!" I say breathlessly. "Oh, fuck—I'm gonna come, Colton, I—Fuuuuck" I moan as explode around him, I bite on his shoulder to stop myself from screaming.

"Motherfucker" Colton hisses. "Fuck, Layla—Angel" he groans as he comes inside me, his face snuggles into my neck and I gently release my teeth from his shoulder and drop my head back to the bed sighing with contentment.

Cockadoodledoooooooo

"Stan, my main cock—rel, how ya doin, boy?" I hear Craig shout from outside. "I thought you'd be dead by now ya clucky fucker" he chuckles.

"Oh, my god— did?" I ask Colton.

"I didn't hear a thang, tink, don't you worry" Craig says happily.

"Fuck off, Craig" Colton growls.

"Yes, sir, Fuckin' offin', sir" he says happily as he whistles a tune.

"Oh, my god—" I cry out in embarrassment. "How am I gonna look him in the eye now?"

Colton shrugs. "Same way you did, when mama and saint heard us" he chuckles.

"To be fair, I heard Colton a lot more than you, tink" I hear Craig's voice through the walls.

"What the fuck?" Colton growls. "Bro, did I tell you I have a license to shoot a gun too" he warns him.

"Fuck off, you lyin' " he cries.

"Ask mama" he replies smugly.

"Mama!!" Craig cries as I hear his bedroom door opening. "Is it true that Colton's got a license to shoot a gun?"

"Boy, who you thought taught him how to shoot?" I hear saints smug voice.

"Oh, okay—Clint, let me guess, he's Clyde?" He asks Saint.

"What the fuck is he talking about?" I ask Colton as he gets up to put some pants on.

"Fuck, knows" he shrugs as he opens his door and walks out.

I put on some clothes and follow him out, Mama is knitting on the couch while Colton, Craig and saint are in the kitchen. I wrap my arms around Colton's waist and turn my attention to Craig and saint.

"What the fuck are you talking about, boy?" Saint groans.

"You telling me, that you, a home grown Texas man, don't know what Every which way but loose is?" Craig asks him. "Clint fuckin' Eastwood" he says in exasperation.