22. Cooper
22
Cooper
I wake to Trinia peeling off wet leggings and hanging them on the hook that hangs off the back of the bathroom door.
“What happened, dorogoy.” I ask after pulling out the cotton from the inside of my mouth. This time it’s not completely covered in blood so that’s a good sign, I think.
“Oh the snow is melting and a car splashed me as I was walking home.” Her eyes go wide. “I mean on my way back here.”
“Oh no. You already said it. You just called this place your home, you can’t take it back now.” I smile and hold out my arms signaling for her to come over here.
“It was a simple mistake. Not a big deal.” She smirks as she walks over to me. “I did want to ask you something, though.”
“Ask me when you’re on top of me. I’ll be much more inclined to agree to any of your demands, my queen.” I wink as I back the covers and she crawls on top of me. Laying on my chest with her legs cradling my hips.
“It’s not a demand you peasant, I was actually wondering if Willow and I could have our girls night here. I don’t want to leave you while you’re on pain killers. Maybe if you’re up for it we could watch a movie with her and David?” I push her back by her hips so her lace covered center rubs against my hardening cock.
“Anything you want, zhena.” She shakes her head before she sucks in a sharp inhale as she feels me against her.
I reach down and pull her thong to the side and glide her pussy up and down my now solid length. Her eyes close as she sighs my name.
“I’m a big boy. You won’t hurt me.” I whisper and she opens her eyes and looks down at me. “Now put me inside of you. I need to feel you.”
She does exactly as she’s told. Her small delicate fingers wrap around my cock as she lines me up before slowly sinking down. Taking all of me inside of her as her mouth falls open and I find comfort in her warmth.
I drag her slowly back and forth by the grip I have on her hips as she plants her hands on my chest.
“I booked us a trip.” I breathe, bringing a hand back to rest underneath my head as she starts to ride my cock.
“When?” Her question is breathy and I love the sight of her fucking me.
“Valentine’s weekend in the city.”
“That’s next week.” She says surprised, picking up her pace as I reach up under her sweater and pinch her nipple before running my fingers down her back. Making her shiver.
“Mhmm.” I moan.
Her nails dig into my chest as she pants out her whimpers and tightens around me. Picking up her pace, she rolls her hips, grinding her clit against me. Her flushed chest is heaving as she uses my cock to chase her pleasure.
“Come for me baby. I want to watch you fall apart before I bend you over.”
“Oh god.” She cries as she clenches, riding me harder as her head falls forward.
Her flood of heat drowns my cock and when her eyes open I do exactly what I told her I was going to do. Pushing her off of me, she falls against the mattress. I stand and drag her knees to the edge before I thrust back into her warm creamy cunt.
“Holy shit! You feel so fucking good.” My fingertips have a bruising grip on her hips as I force her to meet my thrusts and her screams fill the room.
I use her pussy until I find my own release. Her tight quivering cunt grips my cock as I fill her with every bit of my cum. I may not be able to lick her but I pull out of her slowly as her body shivers at the sensation and watch as our releases spill out of her. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand I hurry and snap a picture.
“Hey!” She shouts, pushing off the bed to stand in front of me. “Delete that!”
“Absolutely not.” I huff a laugh, closing my phone and setting it back on the nightstand.
“Do you do that a lot? Take pictures and videos of the girls you’re with?” She asks folding her arms in front of her chest but she doesn’t seem angry, more like hesitant.
“You are not just some girl I’m with.” I hate the way she clumps herself in with my previous endeavors.
“I’ve never made a sex tape, Katrinia. Well not since…” I smirk at the memory of her legs spread on my bed with her fingers buried deep in her bare pussy and me on my knees with an old flip phone.
“Cooper!” She smacks me and it hurts to laugh.
I take her hand and pull her into the bathroom before turning on the shower. Stepping inside she strips off her sweater and follows me in.
“I got a weird message on social media while we were at the doctors the other day.” She says, as she comes to stand behind me splaying her hands across my chest.
“What kind of message?” I turn to look at her. Wondering what the fuck me taking a photo of her bent over with a creamy cunt has to do with a social media message.
“I think it was from that girl I hit, Jenna. It was a video of you fucking her at the shop. She was bent over the tattoo table…” Her words trail off as her eyes lower to the ground.
I try to think back on if I ever slept with Jenna at the shop or not and honestly, even though I’m ashamed to admit it, I wouldn’t doubt it if I did. There were times for a while when my own self loathing got the better of me.
Drugs, alcohol, women were all vices I used to escape and punish myself for not being able to have what I really wanted.
“Baby, I did a lot of stupid things when I didn’t have you but I never willingly made a damn sex tape. Especially with someone like Jenna.” I cup her face bringing her eyes to mine. “Fucking her is something I barely remember. It’s definitely not something I would want to memorialize on video.” She nods and I release her.
I grab her body wash from the tiled alcove and squeeze a small amount into my hand. Grabbing her throat I push her back against the wall and nudge her legs apart. I feel her pulse quicken against my fingers and her eyes lock on mine as I clean the cum still leaking from her pussy. Her eyes close as she sighs and begins grinding against my fingers. When I push one inside of her, she moans.
“It wouldn’t be like making a tape with you. I could watch me playing with you like this again and again.” I lean forward, rubbing her clit in sync with my pumping fingers “I would never turn it off. I would watch you coming for me like an addict.”
I tighten my hold on her throat and curl my fingers inside of her. Reaching her G spot I continue to swirl tight circles around her sensitive clit with the heel of my palm. Only when she falls apart do I release her throat.
Stepping back, breathing heavily, I take in the sight of her flushed and shaking, as she sags against the wall, catching her breath.
“You’re so fucking beautiful Katrinia. No one has ever or will ever compare to you.”