Free Cole: A Bad Boy Romance by Michelle Hart Page A

her warm hole. I squeezed her chest hard as she lowered down onto me until she was completely stretched and filled to the max.
     
    This slut thought she could torture me—but I'd been with so many whores that I knew how to make them squirm. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing her around. Claire rested her hands on my chest, lifting her ass into the air and slamming down on me. She wouldn't be able to control herself much longer.
     
    “It feels so good...Cole.”
     
    “Come around me, Claire,” I murmured. “Let me feel your pussy clench and quiver.” I flicked her fleshy bulb back and forth until she moaned my name.
     
    Claire came undone, quaking on top of me, her legs vibrating. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said over and over again. Claire came back to me with an intensity, rocking her hips back and forth. “You're so deep inside me.”
     
    My hands sneaked around Claire and grasped her ass, flinging her up and down on me. I watched her tits bounce while she whipped her dark hair behind her. My engorged cock couldn't wait much longer. This whore knew how to make a man feel good.
     
    Claire bent down and kissed me, her breast pressed hard against my chest. Her lips trailed across my cheek and to my ear. “I want to feel you come,” she whispered.
     
    The pleasure hit its peak and I detonated within Claire, unloading my hot cum. Claire arched her back and came with me, her pussy tightening, her eyes rolled back. We screamed at the top of our lungs until we had no breath left.
     
    Claire collapsed onto me, her breasts spilling out against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her sweaty body and held her close. No chick had ever made me feel this way. I didn't want to just throw her away and move onto the next slut. All I wanted was another time with Claire. One more time to fill her up and make her moan.
     
    “That was way too good,” Claire said, exasperated. She brushed her hair around and looked up at me. “Was that good for you?”
     
    “God damn, baby, do you even need to ask?” I lifted Claire off and set her down next to me. “Where did you even learn how to ride cock like that?”
     
    Claire bit the tip of her index finger. “I love the way you feel inside me.”
     
    My flaccid penis was already coming back to attention. But I couldn't waste anymore time fucking around. I had MC business to deal with. I got out of bed and found my jeans, slipping them on. Claire rolled over onto her stomach and watched me dress. Her ass looked amazing. If only I had time to come all over those cheeks. Claire's feet were in the air, kicking back and forth. She looked so young. I could imagine Claire on her bed at home talking with boys with her best friend. I wanted to fuck that innocent look right off her.
     
    “Where do you think you're going?” she asked, smiling.
     
    I searched on the floor for my leather cut. “We have shit to do, Claire. I need you to set up the meet with Byron.”
     
    Claire crawled on the bed to edge. She slipped a finger into the band of my jeans and pulled me forward. “There's plenty of time for that later. But I need you inside me again.”
     
    This woman was fucking freaky. And I loved it. Taking her from behind and covering her ass in come wouldn't take too long...
     
     

Chapter Eighteen
     
Claire

Byron and I barely exchanged any words to each other on the phone. I told him we needed to meet and he agreed. I didn't even get a chance to mention Cole and the Black Widows before Byron hung up on me. He was still furious at me and I was still never going to come back to him. He was dead to me as far as I was concerned. But Cole needed my help and I was ready to do anything for that inked body of his.
     
    Byron ordered us to meet him at the same overpass from last time. Cole was in no position to argue. After filling in Tank and Tater, Cole had them stay behind to clean up the massacre. We arrived at the overpass to a very different situation. The Fires of Hell MC