Chapter 6 #3
“Holy… wow.” I catch myself. “You were serious about this.”
“Yep. I live on the edge between control and rage. I love my job, but I can only keep it together for so long,” he explains.
Dipping his head, he pulls my nipple into his mouth. Moaning, I thread my fingers through his hair as he sucks and nips at it.
Lifting my hips as I straddle him, I rock against his cock, needing the stimulation. Cooper wraps his arm around me, lining his cock at my entrance.
“Your choice, but you belong to me after this. Fly or fall, I’ll catch you, Princess. I promise,” he says.
I’m nervous, my body is pebbled in goosebumps, but I trust the intense heat in his eyes.
“Yes,” I pant. My heart is pounding with anticipation as he pulls me down onto his cock as he shifts his hips forward. I can feel so much as he drags along my inner walls. He feels so big, and I gasp at the sting of pain as he goes deeper.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, burying his face in my neck. Moving his right hand to my clit, he rubs firmly with his thumb. The pain starts to leave as I start to rock up and down, supported by his arms. “Do what feels right, Princess. I’m yours to use until I have to take over.”
Cooper appears to be almost in pain as I ride his cock, neck muscles straining as I manage to take more and more of him deeper.
Groaning, my eyes roll when my thighs meet his, and I grind down on his cock.
Keening, I vaguely hear him praising me as his hands squeeze my ass as he mutters under his breath.
My mother wasn’t much for explaining what the different designations were.
In fact, she kept telling me I was a useless beta, not even good enough to sell off in marriage.
“Nina,” Cooper growls.
“I’m trying, Daddy,” I moan. Too many thoughts exist in my mind, but they drift away as I shift my hips and find bliss.
His cock was made to hit all of my pleasure zones it seems, and I take his advice.
I just feel.
The running commentary in my head is finally gone, and I feel worshiped as Cooper runs his hands up my body. Squeezing, pinching, occasionally smacking my ass, he brings me closer to another orgasm.
“I didn’t think I was supposed to be able to come again,” I cry out, my eyes starting to darken as I feel tingles start to warm along my body.
“There are no rules for that,” Cooper rasps, his hips thrusting up as he gasps. I can see his tenuous control is starting to unravel. Feral is going to look so fucking good on him.
“One day, you’re going to take my knot like the perfect little omega that you are,” he murmurs.
What does it say about me that he doesn’t scare me?
I can’t respond to him as my nails dig into his shoulders.
“Yes, baby, come all over my cock. I can’t even tell you how good you feel,” he gasps. “Fuck, such a tight, warm cunt, strangling me. Goddamn, I can’t do it anymore.”
Flipping me to my back, Cooper hitches a leg over his shoulder, fucking me through my orgasm. I lose the ability to speak, as he devours my lips while his hips piston and thrust.
I don’t know how, but he’s circling his hips as he fucks me, making my body start to tremble again. I can feel his knot as it nudges my entrance, and I wonder if I can really take that. It’s so thick …
Cooper’s kiss is addicting as he sucks on my tongue. I can taste myself on his lips and it doesn’t bother me at all.
I used to hide when my mom would talk with her friends about sex, and Toni would complain about this. Mom wouldn’t contribute much to the conversation, making me especially glad for it now.
Cooper bites my lip, making my eyes widen. His eyes remind me of who I’m fucking as if I could ever forget.
“I’m close, Princess. Come for me again,” he growls.
“Make me,” I squeak before he throws his head back with a bark of laughter. Lifting my ass, he hits a place in my body that I didn’t know existed.
I hope these walls are thick, because the noises I’m making would probably get the police called otherwise.
My hands hold tightly to his neck and I explode, my vision whiting out.
“Hey there, Princess,” Cooper chuckles, kissing my neck. I’m laying on his chest now, my legs on either side of his waist as I blink up at him. “You came so hard you passed out. I think I’m going to enjoy exploiting that.”
“You can do that?” I ask dumbly.
“Oh yes. I’m taking you upstairs to shower and then we’ll head to campus,” he tells me, sitting up. My legs immediately wrap around him, and I see he’s no longer inside of me. The condom is gone now too, I’m assuming it's thrown away, but he’s still hard against my stomach.
“I can probably walk,” I tease gently as he stands.
“I’m not ready to let you go yet.” Cooper shrugs. “Mine to fuck, mine to punish, and mine to spoil. That’s what it’s like to belong to me.”
I don’t think I’m ready for this man. I’ve never belonged to anyone before, but I always felt safe with him, until he left. I stare at him with widened eyes as he carries me up the stairs to his room .
I feel so many things as I gaze at him, realizing there’s so much I don’t understand as well.
“I thought you just wanted to control what I do,” I murmur, watching him from under my lashes.
“How can I possibly keep you safe if I don’t?” he asks, sitting me on the counter in his bathroom. The cold, hard material makes me wince because it reminds me of the abuse my ass went through. “It also doesn’t change the fact that I need an outlet for my needs.”
Turning on the water in the walk-in shower, he looks over his shoulder at me.
“Your firsts are mine, your holes are mine, your decisions are an extension of me. I don’t want to cut your wings, Princess,” he sighs.
“I want to make it easier for you to reach for the things you want without having to struggle.”
“Okay,” I say softly. I’ll believe him until he gives me a reason not to. It’s the only thing I can do right now.
His answering smile is beautiful as he helps me down from the counter, kissing me as he walks me backwards into the water.
“Being mine means a lot of things, and you’ll learn them all,” he murmurs. There’s shadows in his eyes I don’t understand, but I’m not brave enough to ask.
Not now, when I feel so relaxed about what we just did.
Cooper cleans me up carefully, washes my hair, and makes me feel cherished.
I may not understand these butterflies in my stomach, but I’m willing to admit it feels nice to be taken care of.