Page 128 of Collateral Damage
He chuckles, satisfied. “That’s my girl.”
He gets to expertly eating my pussy, and I ride his mouth as much as I can under the restraints. I climb toward orgasm quickly.
“I… Cooper, I’m?—”
He pulls back. “Not yet, baby.”
God, I need to relax. I’mnotgoing to beg—that’s not my style, no matter how fun this game is.
He crawls on top and enters me quickly, the fullness of his erection so incredible that stars flash behind my eyes. Bucking against me, we move in tandem, him so deep inside I can’t tell where he even begins. Right when I’m about to come by penetration, not something so easily done for me, he stills his body, slowly removing himself inch by torturous inch.
“Tell me what you need, baby. Beg for it.”
Nope, not begging. “You know what I need,” I hiss in frustration.
“Oh, honey…” He smiles wickedly. “You’re making this hard for me.”
“I’m not going to beg.”
He kisses me, long and slow, and then whispers against my ear. “You’ll beg when you’re ready to come. Until then, I can go all night.”
Honest to God, I don’t know how he can hold back. I’ve never been with a man capable of holding off his orgasm as long as Cooper is right now.
But as frustrating as this is, I love it.
This game goes on several more times until we’re panting for release. Doesn’t help we’re both stubborn as hell.
I know how much he wants this; I can see it in the glazed look in his eye, in the tenseness of his jaw, and in the speed of his breathing, but he doesn’t give in. He won’t. Not until I beg.
Cheeky little shit.
“Submit to me,” he commands, pumping into me hard and fast, then going still when as my inner muscles clamp around his cock.
I arch into him, and he groans.
“Cooper…” I can barely speak. I’m at my breaking point. He’s got me tied up in more ways than one.
“Say it, baby. Please, say it,” he rasps.
Now he’s the one begging, which is exactly what I needed. This is how we both win.
I nip at his neck, then retreat and thrust my hips upward as hard as I can.
“Fuck me, Cooper. Make me come.Please,” I groan. “I need you. Please. Please. Please let me come.”
“Are you sure?” He smirks and pumps once. “You did say please. Four times.”
“Shut up.” I laugh, but we’re fucking hard, and I’m so, so happy.
“You’re ready?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Go as hard you can, Coop. It won’t hurt me. I need all you can give me. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
That sets him off in a way I have yet to experience. He grinds down with each deep thrust, our bodies furiously pounding, the sound of skin slapping and our moans loud.
This is, without a doubt, the most animalistic and erotic sex I’ve experienced in my life. All I can do is feel him inside me, moving, pumping, fucking, loving.
Again.
