8. Cooper
8
COOPER
“ T ell me you like to feel my cock inside you.” I had lowered my voice and leaned closer to speak in her ear. That seemed to work best for her. As if I gave her a dirty, little command.
Staring deep into her eyes didn’t seem to matter. That strategy brought out all her stubborn and control freak tendencies. I really wanted to break her of that.
Renée rose up and slammed down on me. God, I almost lost my load with that aggressive action. I was so deep inside her there was no way in hell I could go any farther.
Her brow knit and her mouth formed a sexy little pout.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me, savaging her lips with a kiss as deep as I fucked her.
I bucked and bounced up into her again and again. Sexy little mews and whimpers filled the space between us.
I bit her bottom lip, sucking on it.
“Tell me.”
The whimpers turned to moans. “I…like it.”
All right, now we were getting somewhere. “What do you like?”
“This.”
Oh, she wasn’t going to get away with that at all. Even if I had to fuck her all night.
“This what ?” I pulled her hair a little tighter, wrapping the silken strands around my hand.
She let out a high-pitched screech then shuddered against me. Juice tickled as it ran down my balls. That was all her, every sexy bit of it.
When the orgasm passed, she opened hooded eyes, gazing at me as if I’d rocked her world in this life and the next.
I shook my head as a disappointed teacher might. “Oh, you weren’t supposed to cum until I said so.”
I held onto her then stood and marched to the railing. I moved her from my body, to stand with her back to me. “Grab some wood.”
I placed her hands where I wanted them on the rail, so she looked out at our ocean view.
She was a hot little number, and was shorter than me, so the logistics of what I meant to do were going to be a bit tricky.
“Spread your legs. And up on your toes.”
“Wh…what are you going to do to me?” The words were choppy where she still tried to catch her breath.
I turned it right back around on her, as I slowly lifted the hem of the robe up over her sweet, round ass, exposing it. “Mmm, what do you think I’m going to do?”
I ran a finger down her cheeks and through her wet folds. Damn she was so fucking hot; I was about to lose my damn mind if I didn’t get inside her again.
I rubbed her back and forth a few times. Fear emanated from her, but she was too stubborn to admit she was afraid. Seeing that…misplaced bravery twisted something inside me. Batting those thoughts away, I lined up my cock to her pretty pink lips and slid inside her.
She went up higher on her toes with my thrust. “Oh!”
“Do you like that?”
Another head nod.
A quick glance down at her hands showed white knuckles as she held onto the deck rail.
“Have you ever been bent over and fucked from behind before?”
Instead of answering even with a shake of her head, she rode it out. Backing up into me as I moved forward. Her body answered in action, not words.
“You’re so fucking beautiful with my cock inside you.”
Another whimper that turned to a moan.
“Touch your clit for me. Rub one out as I’m fucking you.”
She took one trembling hand off the rail and I watched in growing ecstasy as she moved it in front of her. Her arm started moving and I closed my eyes imagining what an erotic scene that made from the front.
Imagining that along with the feeling of my cock moving in and out of her put me over the edge. I wanted to last until she came again, but I was already at the end of my endurance. As the first contractions let loose, she came with me.
Twice in one night. Not bad. Not bad at all.
I bracketed her in for a moment to catch my breath. The scent of wild jasmine and vanilla filled my nose. Her hair smelled amazing. I lay a kiss on the top of her head then pulled out of her.
My legs were complete and utter gelatin. I’d drank shooters that had more kick than my legs at the moment.
Unfortunately, as I walked back into the room, and to the bathroom to clean up for the second time that day, the jet lag started to set in.
The bitch of it was that I only had forty-eight hours to break this beauty into submission. Taking time to shake off jet lag, even after sleeping on the plane, seemed a waste of time.
After removing the condom, I washed up and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Not too bad for someone who had just went three rounds with a piece of billionaire pussy.
I took a piss then opened the door. Renée was still out on the deck. She had taken a seat at the table again and was picking at the food.
Nope, more like shoveling it into her mouth.
I stifled a laugh. What would her legions of devoted followers think if they could see her double-fisting fruit and cheese?
What would they say if they knew she paid big money to fuck a stranger all weekend long?
No doubt about it. She might have all the money in this arrangement, but I had all the power. Both physically and socially.
She paused with a chocolate-covered strawberry halfway to her mouth and turned as if sensing my thoughts. The look she sent me was troubled. Confused.
I decided to bluff it out and returned to the table to sit with her. This time I chose a chair next to her instead of having her sit on my lap. That way lay danger.
A cutting remark about her eating habits lodged in my throat. But I didn’t go there. Didn’t take the snarky road.
That’s saying a lot for me.
She offered me the strawberry.
Inexplicable heat warmed me. Not from a place of knowing I was getting laid again, but somewhere else. Somewhere I didn’t even know I had.
I smiled and opened my mouth, allowing one of the richest women in the world to feed me.