CHAPTER 264

Colt hit pause. “You okay?”

India shook her head.

“What’s wrong?”

“I hate losing a bet.” Then she attacked him. The popcorn bowl hit the floor. She bounced on his lap, kissing and biting and scratching like a wildcat.

He loved every fucking second of it.

“Hang on, lemme get this shirt off.”

“Hurry. Hurry, hurry, hurry.”

Somehow between India’s frantic kisses, he got rid of his boxers. Luckily he’d remembered to bring a couple condoms and he was suited up in no time.

“Fuck me, Colt, please.”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. It ain’t gonna be sweet and easy.”

Colt turned her toward the TV. “Spread your legs. Grab onto the coffee table. Yeah, Indy, that’s sexy as hell.” The second his cock touched the slippery core of her, he hissed.

He clicked back to the beginning of the scene and hit play.

Then he lifted her slightly and plunged in.

She pushed her hips back at him. “Again.”

Colt obliged her, keeping a relentless pounding rhythm. He looked up at the screen. The brunette was busy eating pussy.