Page 76 of Boots & Scars

"Please, I need it," she gasped, her voice barely audible.

Fuck. She was so damn responsive.

I increased my pace, sliding a finger deep inside her while sucking and flicking her clit.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “You’re so fucking tight, sugar.”

Her body trembled beneath me, and she let out a series of soft, ragged moans. "Oh goodness, yes."

I slid a second finger inside of her. She gasped, eyes snapping open. I knew it hurt slightly, and I paused, letting herself adjust to me.

“I… I want more, Cooper,” she said.

I would carve out my heart if that was what she wanted.

Fuck, I was so undone for her, and she didn’t even know it.

I added a third finger, stretching her walls gently. She whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. I pushed her limits, knowing she could take it, knowing she wasn’t delicate. Each thrust was deeper and harder, until her walls clenched around my fingers and she arched her back, a soft cry escaping her lips.

I pulled back, my mouth watering at the sight of her wetness glistening on my fingers. I replaced them with my mouth, lapping up every last drop of her sweetness.

"Oh, my," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the pleasure.

I looked up at her, my gaze locked with hers as I continued to feast on her most intimate part. She was a vision of desire and abandon, her eyes hazy with passion as she watched me.

Her hands found their way to the back of my head, guiding my mouth back to her. I plunged my tongue inside her.

The sound of her whimpers and moans drove me wild with desire, my cock pulsing with each cry she made. I knew she was close, and I wanted to be the one to push her over the edge. My fingers rubbed against her clit in time with my mouth.

Her body trembled beneath me, her hips bucking against my face as she cried out my name. "Cooper, I'm going to…"

I smiled against her flesh, feeling her walls clench around my fingers as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her juices flowed freely, coating my face, and I eagerly lapped up every last drop.

I covered her body with mine, kissing her deeply. She hummed at the taste of herself on my lips, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Decadent," I whispered against her mouth.

"What about you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want... I want to touch you."

She slowly reached out to me, her touch reverent as if she was baptizing me, cleansing me of my sins. I couldn't help but feel like I didn't deserve it, but I was too selfish to stop her.

She kissed my skin, worshiping me in a way that made me feel like I was the only man in the world. Her touch was magic, dangerous, and I couldn't get enough of it.

I felt a rush of heat coursing through my veins, a fire igniting within me. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue a velvet caress against my sensitive skin. I had never felt anything likethis before, as if she were spinning me into a world of desire and ecstasy.

As her mouth moved down my shaft, I arched my back, a low groan escaping my lips. Her eyes, locked with mine the entire time, held a passion that matched my own. I wanted her, needed her, more than anything in this world.

“Where… where did you learn how to do this?” I demanded roughly.

She stopped, her mouth never leaving my dick.

“I’ll kill him,” I said. “I’ll kill anyone you’ve ever done this to.”

I meant it to with every fiber of my being.

She shook her head. “Books,” she murmured.

And I believed her.

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