Page 99 of Boots & Scars

My body shuddered in his arms as I cried out his name again and again, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

Without warning, Cooper flipped me over so I was on my knees. The shift was sudden, making my heart race with anticipation. His hands gripped my hips, firm and commanding, as he positioned himself behind me.

The moment he thrust inside of me again, it was even deeper—an intensity that took my breath away. It was raw and animalistic, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. This was exactly what I wanted, what I craved.

The new angle made every movement more profound, every sensation heightened. My fingers clutched the sheets beneath me, knuckles turning white as I tried to brace myself against the onslaught of pleasure. Cooper's pace quickened, his breathing ragged in the quiet room.

His hands slid up my back, tracing the curve of my spine before tangling in my hair. He pulled gently but firmly, arching me back slightly to meet his powerful thrusts. The dual sensation of his grip and his movements sent shivers down my spine.

"You take my dick so well," he groaned, voice rough with need. “Such a good girl.Mygood girl.”

Hearing him like that drove me wild. I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm with a desperate urgency. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of raw passion and desire.

My body responded instinctively to his movements, each sensation amplified by the primal connection between us.

Cooper's grip on my hair tightened slightly as he drove deeper, hitting spots that made stars explode behind my eyes. My cries grew louder, mingling with his guttural groans as we moved together in perfect harmony.

I felt the tension building inside me once more, ready to snap at any moment. Cooper's pace became almost frantic, his hands guiding me with a fierce determination. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to consume me entirely.

“Goodness, Cooper, just like that.”

“Come, killer,” he ordered. “I want to feel that slick, tight pussy come all over my cock.”

When the release finally came, it was like an explosion—pure and unfiltered bliss that radiated through every fiber of my being.

Cooper's own release followed soon after, his body shuddering against mine as he gripped my hips even tighter.

We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and breathless gasps, our bodies still humming from the aftershocks of pleasure. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just us and the raw intensity we had created together.

The room seemed to settle around us as we lay there entwined, basking in the afterglow of our shared passion.

And in that moment—wrapped up in Cooper’s arms—I felt more connected to him than ever before.

I traced lazy patterns on Cooper's chest, my fingers following the ridges of his muscles as I tried to slow my breathing. The room was filled with the soft glow of moonlight, casting a serene ambiance over us.

"That," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want that."

Cooper's eyes darkened with concern. "I didn't… I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," I reassured him, my gaze steady. "You won't break me. I promise."

His hesitation melted away, replaced by a fierce determination. He pulled me to him for another passionate kiss, his lips urgent against mine. The intensity of it made my head spin, my body reacting instinctively to his touch.

"Again," I breathed out against his lips, the word a plea and a command all at once.

Cooper's breath hitched as he shifted beneath me, positioning me on top of him with a deliberate motion. His hands guided my hips, his touch both gentle and firm.

"You really are a killer," he muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice despite the seriousness of his gaze.

As I slowly lowered myself onto him, I gasped at the intensity of the feeling. The new position allowed him to reach depths I hadn't experienced before, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. I began to move, experimenting with different rhythms and angles. Each adjustment brought a fresh wave of sensation that made my toes curl and my breath catch.

The sensation of being in control, of exploring this new angle, was exhilarating. Every move I made elicited a deep,appreciative groan from him, which only fueled my desire further.

"Just like that," Cooper murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me with subtle shifts that enhanced our connection.

I leaned forward slightly, changing the angle again, and was rewarded with a gasp from him that sent a thrill through me. The deeper connection made my head spin, and I moved faster, driven by the intense need to reach that peak once more.

The way his eyes darkened with a primal hunger that locked onto mine made me feel powerful and cherished all at once. It pushed me to ride him harder. The friction between us built up an electric tension that made every nerve ending come alive.

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