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Part Twenty Seven

A long as fuck smut chapter
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Harley Finley

Colten didn't hesitate when I agreed. His lips met mine within seconds, pressing his soft mouth to mine harshly and with determination. His tongue ventured my mouth, touching every single surface like it craved me. Mine danced back with him, tasting him just as feverishly. Even when he began walking us through the house, he kept our lips locked with my back pressed to his chest and his hands holding my breasts like his own personal steering wheel, leading us to his bedroom.

I didn't have a chance to look around before he was pushing me into the bed face first, landing on top of my body and pinning me down. He kept his mouth to mine, refusing to let me turn my face to breathe and only allowing me to take deep breathes through my nose.

His hands roamed my sides, yanking at my clothing that had no room to be pulled off. His motions were frantic as if he wasn't even sure which part of me he wanted first.

He lifted off of me enough to pull my shirt over my head and down my arms where he knotted it around my wrists.

I tried to catch my breath but seeing the wild look in his eyes just took it away again.

"Turn around, angel." He demanded in a soft tone. I wiggled my arms that were bound above my head with my own shirt until I was laying on my back.

Colten rested on his knees in between my legs and, for a moment, he just looked at my half naked body, taking in every inch of skin that was left exposed. His hand rested on my abdomen, pressing softly before gliding up my stomach and breasts with a tickling touch until he was holding my cheeks. His thumb brushed under my eyes with a soft content sigh.

"Catch your breath, angel. Last time I'll let you." He warned but even if I wanted to, I couldn't. His rough voice had only made my heart race and my pussy wetten.

I wanted to ask him what he meant. My first thought went to choking, thinking his hands that laid on my face were going to wrap around my throat any minute.

But they never did. Instead his gentle touch receded down my neck and stomach again then to his own pants. I watched as he unbuckled his belt and tugged at his jeans and boxers, leaving him completely naked.

His cock sprung out, hard and ready to take me and whatever Colten had planned. But he didn't move towards me. He stroked his cock, in long, slow motions just watching me.

He reached up and grabbed my arm, pulling my bound hands to the top of my pants. "Show me what you do when I'm not around to make you feel good."

"But my hands are tied." I countered with furrowed brows.

"And they'll stay that way until you're a good girl and your pussy is soaking wet for me. Are you a good girl, Harley?"

Everything in me wanted to fight him and say no. I wasn't a good girl. I wanted to be defiant, to make him break his own self restraint and take me now but for now, I'd give him why he wanted.

I silently nodded and stuffed my hands into my pants and my fingers to my clit, rubbing it in soft circles until I found the spot that made my head rest backwards to the pillow with pleasure.

"When was the last time you touched yourself?"

"Before I met you."