Free Cole: Chrome Horsemen MC by Carmen Faye

This is our first time! This is very undignified," she complained, pushing at his chest. "Down! Let me walk! I want to go the room for crying out loud! I want you in there with me! Why can’t you just let me walk?"
    As he crossed the threshold of his bedroom with her and before she could say anything, she was tossed into the air to land with bounces that flopped her in rag-doll ways on the king-size mattress.
     
    "Cole! I'm so going to get you for this!" she giggled as she got her body under control and then with a blur of speed, she bolted from the bed, heading back for the open door -- her pampered crème skin glowing with excursion.
     
    She had no idea large man like Cole could move as fast as he did or with such physical grace, and control. He not only caught her, he caught her around the waist and spun her up into the air where she floated for a moment with a scream, and then swooped her into and arch that flowed with her falling direction and landed her back on the bed.
     
    "If you do that again," he warned with casual authority, "I'll find every ticklish spot you have and make you pee yourself."
     
    That threat really did shock her. "You wouldn't dare!" she gasped in low, disbelieving denial.
     
    "Oh, yes I would. I'm not exactly refined, but I do love a good tickle," he nodded and stripped his shirt.
     
    Suddenly seeing him like this took most of the fun out of trying to run. She bit her lip and was considering another dash when he pulled his pants apart and slid them down his long legs. Then Cole was naked, tan, built, and his cock was reaching full arousal before her, which took up most of her concentration. After a few indulgent moments, she glanced at the door again, judging her chances.
     
    "Go ahead," he said, giving a hinting glance at the door. "I dare you. I triple dirty dog dare you to try it. I’m not into seeing women pee, but in this case, I feel it might be oddly fulfilling."
     
    She looked at the door again licking her upper lip line. He was further away from it now, deeper in the room. She might make it out to the living room before he caught up with her.
     
    Tension vibrated her back and legs with pent up energy, ready to explode her out of bed.
     
    Would he really make me pee? How much tickling is that? Minutes? Dear God, hours? As she appraised his body and wondered at the suffrage endured during an hour long tickling, she decided if she was caught and the tickling started, there would be no chance of her escaping until he was done -- not from those hands, powered by those arms. It would be over. All over but the dire-laughter -- and the wet spot of course.
     
    "What the hell does that mean?" she challenged, sounding more defiant than she felt. "Dirty triple scoop pansy ass … what was the rest?"
     
    Then Cole rushed her.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER NINETEEN
     
    She squealed, trying to get her body to shift her center of gravity so she could flee, but failed to be fast enough to fly away. She clawed desperately across the mattress. A hand was suddenly clamped around her left calf and then her right ankle was clasped in his other hand.
     
    She lunged her body toward the headboard and just as she did, he pulled and lifted her legs off the mattress. She was airborne, a shriek of surprise bursting from her breasts, as Cole pulled her backward toward the edge the bed where he was standing, letting go so that she belly flopped onto the mattress again.
     
    "Cole! You let me go! What are you going to do to me!?" she laughed, going into a wildcat frenzy of arms, and legs while whipping her bright blonde hair around.
     
    "Well, for starters, I intend to fuck you silly," he told her.
     
    She instantly calmed down, "Oh, well, if that's what you want to do," she giggled and leapt up to wrap her arms around his neck, struggling to pull him into the bed, "Get in here, you big tease!"
     
    In a lover's tangle, they hit the mattress together and she squirmed, and writhed until she was on top of him, and