20 #3
When she spasms around me, I grunt and my body weakens, causing me to drop down, veins popping in my hands as my fingers clench in the bedsheets.
On my hands and knees, I keep thrusting, movements growing more vigorous, and I’m groaning and moaning and spewing a train of filthy shit I can’t even process as I fuck and fuck and fuck.
“Christ, I missed you, Ezla.” My vision blurs with how great the sensations rushing through me are, and I’m sure my eyes would appear deliriously clouded with ecstasy if she were only to turn around and witness me unravelling for her.
But I guess she doesn’t need to when everything that I am is flowing without restraint down the bond.
“Ahhh, fuck, fuck,” I grit out as her pussy squeezes me, my balls drawing up far too fast when she feels this bloody amazing. Needing to hold on to her to anchor myself, she senses this through the bond, and her arms move to either side of her.
I don’t hesitate to cover the backs of her hands with my clammy ones, pressing them into the pillow either side of her head, my fingers twining through hers.
My torso presses to her back, abdomen tightening, and it feels fucking heavenly to have her sweat-slickened body sliding against mine with each pump of my hips.
Lips pressing to her shoulder blade, I trail them wetly up to her neck, then higher to find her jawline, where I bite down like some sort of wild beast, my deep rapture-filled noises muffled momentarily as I suck a bruise into her skin.
“Cooper . . . Cooper . . .” she pants out, dark lashes brushing her cheeks as she closes her eyes and simply absorbs all the pleasure I’m giving her. I feel myself throb with need in response.
The contorting of my facial features matches hers as her brows scrunch, and her mouth drops open when I pick up the pace, the scent of hot cinnamon making my mouth water as I drag in unsteady, shallow gasps of air beside her ear.
Stubble rasping across her cheek, I’m trying not to crush her with my weight, but I’m no better than lying on top of her now.
She doesn’t seem to mind, hopefully liking the closeness just as much as I am as I rut into her senselessly.
“Yes,” I rasp into her skin on a hot breath, and one of my hands moves from hers to slide between her and the sheets to grasp her breast firmly.
“Fuck yes. Take it. Take it all, HC.” The white-hot pleasure in me coils tighter, my muscles tightening and tightening, thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier.
My fingertips find her nipple and pinch sharply, and I grunt out in time with her contracting pussy, “Fuck. Gonna cum.”
And I do, vision whiting out as I groan her name, hearing mine on her lips again as she soaks my cock in return.
Hips jerking and stuttering, I bury my face in her neck, taut arms shaking. “Fuck, Vengeance. Fuck, fuck . . .” My head’s floaty, absent for a while, and all I can do is feel, basking in that pulsing wet warmth around me as she drags every drop of cum from my body.
Finally, when I feel her own going completely lax, I still fully, my full body weight collapsing on top of her.
She lets out a soft huffed breath, and I curse. “Shit, sorry. You okay?”
I’m forcing my trembling limbs to obey me, readying to get off her so she can actually get a damn breath in, when she stops me, fingers curling around mine still linked with hers.
A jolt spears right down my middle, and I freeze in place. “You . . . you want me to stay here? You want me to stay like this?” With her affirmative hum, which I’m glad to say sounds thoroughly gratified, almost blissed out, I comfortably settle my weight back down. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“That was nothing,” she tells me simply.
I tense, but she finally opens her eyes that have been closed this entire time and reaches her free hand behind her to bury her fingers in my hair.
Pleasant tingles skitter from my nape and down my spine.
“It is simply the truth, Cooper. I can handle much more than that. I know you are afraid of being like my father.”
My eyes squeeze shut. “Joseph,” I correct quietly, an edge to my voice that I can’t hide.
She’s quiet for a moment. Then she repeats quietly, “Joseph.”
My lids fly back open.
Swallowing, I meet and keep her intense mismatched gaze as she says, “I do not wish to speak of that man other than to say that you are nothing like him. I would not have let you touch me if you reminded me of him in any way. And as for touching me the way you want . . .” I stop breathing. “You may.”
All the air exits my lungs in one go. “Fuck. Yeah? Did you like that?”
“I did.” Then, “I would like you to slap my pussy next time.”
At that abrupt, blunt request, I turn my head to cough into my shoulder, but my cock betrays me as it swells and fills her up again.
“Like you did my ass,” she continues, unruffled. “Maybe I could come like that?”
Biting down on my lip to contain my grin, I reply roughly, “Of course, HC.” I hesitate before telling myself to stop being a wussy, and I shift us, pulling out of her with a low groan.
Switching our positions, I take her in my arms and lay myself out on my back, head hitting the plump pillow where hers once was, her scent swirling stronger around me.
Unsurprisingly, her body’s lost some of its pliability, but I try not to let that affect me or take it personally. This isn’t her rejecting me, it’s her trying to get used to me.
My grip is non-sexual as I move my hand to her ass to help position her in the way I want her—not that my cock gets the memo, but I ignore the Ezla-hungry fucker as I tuck her into me, my other hand moving to her waist. “This okay?” My voice comes out a little grumpy-sounding, but I know Vengeance is completely aware that I’m far from being anything but contented in this moment.
Well, minus the muscle-weakening nerves in me.
Cheek resting on my chest, her breath tickles my skin. “It is, my grumpy one.”
Great. Now I’m blushing like an idiot.