Dare to Resist (a Wedding Dare novella) (Entangled Brazen) by Laura Kaye

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    “Hold on, now.” His hips really started to move, and Kady barely had time to brace on his thighs. He bottomed out in her throat again and again, putting her tolerance to the test. “So fucking good,” he growled. Pressing her head backward into the door, Kady surrendered to the demands of his thrusts, loving the feel and the weight and the taste of him.
    He pulled away abruptly, then slid his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. His tongue filled her mouth a moment later as he boxed her against the door with his body. Harsh hands ran down her breasts and stomach to her hips and worked her skirt upward until her panties were fully exposed.
    “These clothes are going to smell like me for however long you have to wear them,” he said around the edge of the kiss. He pushed her panties down over her hips, and she shimmied until they fell down around her ankles.
    While Colton remained clothed from head to toe, Kady stood trapped against the door, nearly naked. She moaned, a thousand percent ready to beg for an orgasm as soon as her mouth was free. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her thighs actually trembled from the depth of her need. “Colton, please,” she rasped.
    “That’s right. Beg me. What do you want?” His fingers raked over her thighs—the outsides, the front, the front center.
    “Oh, God,” she moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth again, making it hard to think. She shifted her hips, trying to make him touch her where she needed.
    Hard hands clamped down on her ass. “Be still or I won’t let you come.”
    “Colton,” she whimpered.
    “I could fucking live on the need I hear in your voice right now.”
    “ Please ,” Kady whimpered, more desperate for this than she’d ever been for anything in her life.
    Colton kicked her feet apart, slid his fingers through her wet, slick folds, and plunged two fingers in deep. The penetration combined with the friction against her clit made her come on contact. Kady screamed and her vision blurred and she sagged against Colton so completely that he had to hold her up.
    “Yes. Yesyesyes,” she moaned as he curled his fingers against the front wall of her core and fucked her in a short, fast rhythm that kept his thick fingertips in constant contact with an excruciatingly sensitive area inside her.
    “You aren’t getting my cock until you come again. I want you to come so hard my whole hand is wet with it.”
    “Colton, I can’t. I can’t.” She was almost sobbing from the pleasure and the intensity that nearly turned it to pain.
    He braced his hand on the door above her shoulder and nailed her with a hot, intense stare. “Oh, you sure fucking can. Wait for it.” He worked his hand harder, shifting from an in-out to a front-to-back rhythm which targeted that sensitive spot. The movement of his hand made her wetter and wetter, until she could hear just how wet she was.
    An immense, pleasurable pressure built up around his fingers until she knew that she was not only going to come but that she was going to soak his hand, just as he’d demanded. She grabbed on to his arm, needing something to hold, something to anchor her against the wave of sensation building inside her.
    “That’s right, sweetheart,” he rasped.
    Holy shit, she was gonna— “Colton!” she screamed.
    “Yeah. There it is,” he gritted out, his hand still moving, drawing her orgasm out until it was almost painful. “You just came all over me. Taste.” He pushed shiny, wet fingers into her mouth.
    She grasped his wrist and sucked him in to the knuckle. In the wake of the two massive orgasms he’d just given her, she was so filled with gratitude that she would’ve gladly done anything he asked. Even as good as her own orgasms could be, there was simply no comparison. She’d never really thought she’d been lonely the past three years until this very moment. Now? Absolutely. How was she going to go back to the way things were after this ?
    Colton’s hand