Colour. Part 15

“Fuck yes, you are.” Tate took his hands away and used them as leverage on the bed. This gave him better control over his thrusts.

“Feels so good,” I murmured.

He pressed his pelvis against my ass cheeks and snuck a finger over that forbidden hole. I gasped and tried to hop up reflexively but his body kept me down.

“One day you’ll let me in here and it’ll be even better.”

I breathed out in a long sigh, terrified yet intrigued. Tate moved again and I forgot all about his naughty suggestion.

Before I was even close he came in a fiery surge that had my knees shaking. He got off me and laid down next to me, laughing breathlessly at my expression.

“I told you. You were a bad girl. You don’t get to come now until I say so.”

“Not fair,” I panted.

He ran a hand over my breast. “I am not a fair person. You’ll find that out.”

He got up and lit a cigarette. Fucking hot, but so bad. I was ashamed by my reaction.

“Were you bothered when I came