Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5) Read Free

between us and capturing my gaze as she began to fuck me with a circular motion of her hips. Her entire body trembled, and the shivers rippling up and down her sweet little pussy made my dick swell and jerk. I tangled my fingers in her hair, dragging her lips down to mine, and kissed her hard as she began to shake with release. Rolling our bodies to position her beneath me, I pounded into her as she came around me.
    The tight, trembling squeeze of her pussy finally did me in. Everything rushed through me as the last hold on me broke. I felt the heat boil up inside me until I victoriously erupted with a low, harsh growl, and heard Cole groan loudly as his cum splattered across our skin. All the aching, burning need flowed from my veins, and I let ecstasy take hold, collapsing over her, numb with unbelievable relief.
    “Holy shit,” I heard off to the side.
    Her labored breathing tickled my neck where her face was buried. I heard her whimper and felt her swallow hard. My hand caressed her side, down her hip, sliding through the slick, sticky cum where Cole had decorated the both of us with his own orgasm. He dropped down onto the bed beside me, a satisfied, sated grin on his chiseled face. His voice was breathless and rough.
    “That. Was. Awesome.”
    I could barely think, still fascinated by the faint tremors pulsing around my cock. She shivered slightly, which wrought a weak groan from my throat, and I instinctively stroked into her again, causing her to whimper once more.
    “You okay?” I whispered.
    A small nod was her only response.
    “Do you want me to move?”
    “Not yet,” she breathed, and another shiver rippled through her.
    The heat was fading, leaving her skin damp and chilled. I reached out to pull the dark, velvety coverlet around us and saw there were still a few people in the room.
    “Man, that was hot,” one guy said. “Fuckin’ incredible.”
    A few others murmured their agreement, and someone let out a long, low whistle.
    “Okay,” I exhaled with a wave of my hand, weak and out of breath, “show’s over. Time for all you to get the fuck out and leave us alone for a bit.”
    “Dude—”
    “Out,” I growled, and felt a weak giggle against my chest.
    Cole sat up and reached for his jeans. “I’ll get them out. I need a fucking beer anyway.”
    I had no clue how he could even move. I felt battered and weak.
    But oh so fucking good.
    As the door pulled shut behind them, I shifted to my side, pulling the cover with us. Her body, deeply relaxed and limp, tangled with mine.
    “I’m not sure where your dress ended up,” I murmured.
    “‘S okay,” she mumbled. “I’ll find it in a bit. Just… jus’ need to recover a little.”
    “Sounds good,” I replied, feeling my own eyes growing heavy. My limbs becoming lax.
    I brushed my thumb along the bare skin at her hip bone, and gently faded into the hazy somnolence that beckoned me.
     

 
    I woke up to a dark room, barely illuminated by a streetlight filtering through the curtains. I saw a small, curvaceous shadow slipping on that hot little red dress. The dimples at the base of her spine caught my attention just before the floaty skirt hid them from my view.
    I stretched a bit and leaned up on my elbow.
    “You leavin’?” I asked.
    She turned to me, her eyes seeming wide and dark in the pale light.
    “Yeah, I came with a friend and she’s heading out.”
    She grabbed her sandals and sat on the bed beside me to slip them on.
    “I could give you a ride,” I offered. It was uncharacteristic for me, but, as awareness filtered in, so did the desire to have her again.
    She replied with a low, throaty chuckle. “I think you already did that.” The even line of her teeth flashed in the dimly lit room. “A mighty fine one, too.”
    My fingertip trailed down her bare shoulder, from the strap of her dress to trace along her arm down to the bend of her elbow. Goosebumps rose in its wake, and she bit at her lip. Her breath caught, her breasts