“More,” she gasped.
I pulled away, watched as Colt leaned in and kissed her, his thumb sliding back and forth over her n****e. I got to work, undid the button on her jeans, slid down the zipper. I could see a hint of matching pink lace of her panties and my c**k was taking charge. With my fingers at her hips, I tried to work her pants off, but they were too wet.
I growled and stood, all the while putting my shoulder into her belly and tossing her over my shoulder to carry her to the bed. Dropped her on it. Colt had stepped back and moved to the side of the huge mattress, grabbing decorative pillows and tossing them out of the way.
Leaning forward, I tugged at her pants again, worked them down her legs until they tangled around her ankles. With a quick glance at Colt, who seemed as impat
