Page 69 of The Purest Fake

“No. Your mouth is perfect the way it is.”

“Wait till you feel it.” I wink.

He closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath. When they open again, they’re filled with desire. He grips his cock, slowly stroking up and down.

“That’s so hot,” I say, my voice sounding hoarse. I trail my fingertips between my legs in a soft and teasing touch. Delving one finger between my lips, I slide it back and forth, spreading my arousal up to my clit. My fingers gently circle the bundle of nerves while I continue watching Cooper stroke himself.

“Jesus. You’re so fucking sexy,” he pants.

I turn on my vibrator and slide it between my legs, positioning it over my clit. The gentle buzz feels nice.

“Open your legs wider,” he orders, his hand moving faster over his cock. “I want to see every inch of your pussy.” His forceful command turns me on even more.

I press a button on my toy, turning the vibration higher, and sending waves of pleasure through me. I suck in a sharp breath.

Cooper’s eyes are dark as he watches me. “Fuck. I wish that was my mouth on you.”

The thought of him eating me out makes my head spin even more than it is. “I do too.”

“Tell me how it feels.” His voice is gritty with arousal.

“So good it’s almost painful. I’m imagining it’s your tongue.”

He groans, his hand moving impossibly fast now. I hear the slick sounds of the pre-cum that has been spread all over him, and my mouth waters. I want to taste him so badly.

“Fuck, Scar. You’re driving me crazy.”

My legs tense as I feel my orgasm building.

“I’m getting close,” I pant, my hips rocking against the vibrator.

Cooper’s gaze is locked on the screen, watching my every move. “Me too. God, you’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

The sight of him stroking himself, the muscles in his arm taut and defined, combined with the vibrations on my clit pushes me closer to the edge. “Cooper, I’m gonna come.” I moan, my body tightening in anticipation.

“Yes, baby. Let me see you come for me,” he demands, his voice thick with lust.

His words send me over the edge. My back arches off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out Cooper’s name as my orgasm pulses through me.

Seeing me lose control triggers his own release. With a guttural groan, his orgasm barrels through him, jets of cum spurting over his hand and abs.

We both lie there, our ragged breaths and the buzzing of my cast aside vibrator filling the air as we settle down from the intense highs. I reach my hand out, fumbling around for the device, and turn it off.

I’m the first to speak. “Are you alive?”

“Barely,” he croaks, wiping himself clean with his shirt.

“That was…” I search for an adequate word.

“Mind blowing,” he says, completing my thought.

“Yes. You know, I’ve never done that before,” I confess.

His eyes flash wider with what seems to be a combination of surprise and interest. “You haven’t?”

“Nope. You popped my FaceTime sex cherry.”

He grins, looking inordinately pleased. “I bet we can find some other things you’ve never done to explore together.”

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