Page 77 of Boots & Scars

Her mouth returning to my cock was like a drug, sending shockwaves through my body that left me desperate for more. My hands gripped her hair, guiding her movements as she took me deeper than ever before. I moaned softly; the pleasure overwhelming me as her lips and tongue worked their magic.

My hips bucked, thrusting into her mouth, and she met each thrust with equal passion. Her moans escaped her lips, a soft and sensual melody that only fueled our desire further. I could feel the tension build within me, the impending release that I knew would send me soaring to new heights of ecstasy.

As I reached my breaking point, I pulled her up to me once more, our kiss still as fervent and passionate as ever. With a growl, I broke the kiss, my eyes locked on hers.

“I need you,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely a whisper against the storm of emotions raging within me.

Because it was true. It was fucking true. I needed her like air, and I was so delirious with these feelings that I couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.

She nodded, her eyes hungry. I wrapped my arms around her and flipped her over so I was back on top of her. I didn't want to let go of her, feared losing this moment forever.

My body aligned perfectly with hers.

“I know this is going to hurt, killer,” I said tightly. “But you’ll handle it.”

I slowly pushed into her, her slick walls welcoming me with blissful heat. She gasped, fingers digging into my skin. Tears pricked her eyes, her body tensing up, coiled like a bowstring.

I halted, even though it killed me. Even though I wanted to thrust all the way inside of her, molding her perfect pussy to the shape of my cock.

Fuck.

Her breathing got deeper, and I looked at her. Pain still etched the lines of her face, but there was a glint in her eyes…

“There’s my killer,” I murmured, pushing in further.

She moaned softly, her hips lifting to meet my gentle thrusts. I groaned in response, amazed at how perfect she felt. Our bodies seemed to be made for each other, the connection between us as if we were destined to be together.

"You feel so fucking good," I gasped between breaths, our sweat mingling as our passion continued to build.

It took every ounce in me to go slow. “You like that, baby?”

“Cooper,” she whispered.

“Tell me,” I said. “Tell me you like my cock.”

“I…I like your…”

I pulled out. “Say it,” I said, lips twisting into a smile.

“Cooper, I like… it.”

“No.” I shook my head. “Not good enough. Tell me. Say it.”

“Please, Cooper, I —” She clenched her teeth at my look. “I like… I want your cock, Cooper. Please.”

“Fuck, baby, I love when you talk like that,” I said through a moan.

Her hands gripped my waist, and I felt her muscles tense as she drove me deeper. I could hear her difficult breaths, but she kept pushing, her determination matching mine.

"That's it," I urged, my voice hoarse with need. "Take me, baby."

She did, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I wanted to say these words to her, to let her know how incredible she was, but all that came out was a choked-up moan.

I reached down and stroked her cheek, my fingers tracing the curve of her jawline. "Everly, you're perfect," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of our hearts.

She arched her back, her head thrown back in pleasure, her eyes shining with…

And in that moment, all I could think about was her, and the way that she made me feel.

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