Page 114 of Collateral Damage
“Fuck,” he growls, fingers sliding along my sensitive seam and into my dripping pussy. I cry out, a rush of pleasure coating his skin. I could easily ride his hand and come right now.
“Don’t think for a second your leg turns me off.” My voice is hard and demanding, but it’s exactly what Cooper needs. His mouth takes mine again as his hand does unspeakable things to me. I could let this go on, let him pleasure me to orgasm, but this isn’t about me.
He wanted to go first, and I want that, too.
Removing his hand, I quickly return to my knees, slide his underwear down until his cock springs free. I take him into my mouth, not even giving myself a moment to admire his impressive length. I take it all like the greedy bitch I am.
He arches into me, holding on to my shoulders as he hisses with pleasure. Determined to make this a memorable experience, I bob my head and swirl my tongue, simultaneously pumping one hand at the base of his shaft and using the other hand to cup his balls.
He holds onto me, one hand at my shoulder and the other fisted into my hair.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, pulling at my scalp. “Where did you learn to do that? Wait, never mind. Don’t tell me.”
I giggle and pull away with an audible pop. “If you’re thinking about your brother, don’t. Our sex life was not that exciting.”
I lick the underside of his shaft, barely registering the sand rubbing into my knees or the way my skirt rides up to my chest, completely exposing my panties. I hope he likes the view.
“I’m not going to last long,” he hisses.
That’s fine with me, but just when I think he’s about to come, he nudges me away. “As much as I love your mouth, the first time I come in you, Valentine, it’s going to be in that gorgeous pussy.”
“Is that so?”
A predatory gleam settles in his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve imagined fucking you. I’m not going to pass up the opportunity now.”
He kicks away his pants and underwear, sinking onto his knees with me. I’m immensely grateful for his prosthetic, and that he can do this with me, but even if he couldn’t kneel, I’d still want him. His cock is hard and wet between us, pressing against my top.
“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and I’m clean,” he breathes. “I can show you the results on my phone, but I also have a condom in my wallet if you prefer.”
I kiss him hard and rip off his shirt, tossing it to the side with the rest of his clothes. “You don’t have to show me. I haven’tbeen with anyone in months, and I’m clean also.” I lean toward his ear, quickly nipping at the soft lobe. “I’m on birth control, so no condom is needed, if that’s okay with you.”
“Fuck,” he whispers, almost in shock. “We get to ride raw?”
Desire tingles through me. “I knew you’d have a filthy mouth. I like it.”
“I have more than a filthy mouth, Valentine. I know how to make a woman scream.”
“Is that a promise?”
“That’s a guarantee.” Then he gets to work, stripping me bare under the moonlight. It doesn’t take long until we’re both naked and panting in the sand. It’s going to be a mess to deal with later, but that’s Future Sybil’s problem. Right now, I’m so hot and needy I can’t imagine doing anything but sinking onto his cock and riding him hard.
“Please, Cooper. I can’t wait any longer. I’m not above begging.” Not when I feel like I’m about to die without this, without him.
“All fours for me, baby,” he commands, and I flip around until he’s behind me. He pulls me up so my back is against his chest, one commanding hand at the nape of my neck and the other gently strumming my clit.
He enters me in one hard thrust.
I gasp, the sensation exactly what I need.
He pumps, his large cock filling me inch by inch. Taking me. Claiming me. Everything about this moment feels so good and right and primal.
We buck against each other, the sounds of our lovemaking an echo of the crashing ocean waves. I’m growing slicker with each thrust, the passion between us building. We should slow it down, make this last longer, switch positions and draw it out, but neither of us seems to want any changes to this flawless moment.
Despite the sand and the exposure, despite it being our first time and his initial hesitancy, this very well might be the hottest sex I’ve ever had. We’re animals unleashed, and that only gets confirmed when the hand at the nape of my neck slips downward, fingers pinching at my nipples.
Every thought flees my mind. I turn my head and practically cry into his mouth as we kiss, his groans guttural in response. My blood races through my body on an electric current, centering where he’s doing delicious things to my sex with this expert hand and hard, slick cock.
My vision blurs, my breath catches, and I scream as an orgasm rips through my body. I practically sink onto him, even deeper than I thought possible. He doesn’t let it stop him from bucking into me over and over. The wetness between us thickens, his groan of pleasure echoing mine.
