48. Katrinia
48
Katrinia
C ooper is gone.
He is just as lost in my body as I am in his. His eyes are dark and his salacious words are etched in carnal lust. He is a man possessed and it empowers me with a sense of pride knowing that I am what’s possessing him.
I’m what’s driving him mad and it’s deep within my body where he chooses to relinquish all control. I am where he becomes the most primal version of himself. I am his sanctuary.
That realization floods me with a heat that burns me from the inside out. A heat he can feel as he buries himself deep within me. Groaning, he hugs both of my legs against his chest. While he watches me knead both of my breasts with my hands. My mouth is gaping open panting in breaths and my head rolls to the side as Cooper fucks me leisurely into delirium again.
“You feel so fucking good, zhena.” His blown out eyes meet mine and all I can do is nod. “I can’t stop.”
“Please don’t.” I beg breathlessly.
“I want to be so far inside you that I live beneath your skin.” He drives in harder at his confession.
Reaching down I rub my clit. My body flushes, blooming with heat as sweat drips down my neck and he groans as he watches me. Spreading my legs wide he keeps his eyes on my movements, his face morphs into an expression of excruciating pleasure as he leans down. Trailing kisses up my chest and over my scar before whispering in my ear, “Let me mark you.”
My breath hitches before I nod. Not quite understanding what he means but I know whatever he wants I’ll always give him. I trust him completely and eternally.
He pushes deeper into me as he leans over and grabs a small padded case from the drawer in his nightstand. His cock continues sliding in and out of my slowly, wringing out quiet whimpers from me even as he unzips the case.
Pulling out a black wireless machine, no bigger than the size of his palm, he twists the top before holding down a button on the side. A buzz fills the room and the sound makes my heart attempt to leap out of my chest.
“Cooper.” I whisper, my eyes suddenly wide as he lays a hand over my mouth.
“Stay still dorogoy. This is going to pinch a little.” He smirks as he nudges my leg wide with his elbow. His cock still throbbing inside me as he makes the first stroke of his needle.
I cry out but the sound is muffled by his hand covering my mouth.
Cooper lifts the needle, closing his eyes and drawing in a long breath. He pulls back his hips slowly before slamming back into me just once.
A warning.
“Fuck baby. You like the pain? Your pussy is strangling my cock.”
I squirm but he tightens his hold on my mouth and tsks. “Don’t move. I’m almost done and then I’ll let your demented little cunt come all over me.”
Closing my eyes all I hear is the buzz of the machine and the thumping of blood rushing in my ears. Five minutes later the skin of my hip stings and the buzzing stops.
Opening my eyes I push up on my elbows to see my hip flaming red and dripping droplets of blood around the ink. ‘ Cooper’s’ is written in an elegant script font. The word arching slightly as it follows the curve over the front of my hip.
“You like it?” He asks as his cock pulses still inside of me.
I nod eagerly. Reaching for him I grab his face and slam his lips down on mine as he begins fucking me again.
A moment later I unravel around him and he grips my chin. Forcing me to meet his stern eyes as he stares down at me.
“You’re mine Katrinia. My wife. Always have been and always will be. You come on my cock, moan my name, and kiss my lips.” He kisses me gently before he pulls out of me.
“Yes Cooper. Always.”
Grabbing the back of my neck he pulls me up from my back and guides my face down to his cock. “Good, now open up.”
I do as I’m told and he doesn’t hesitate. Slamming into the back of my throat, I choke him down as he comes with a loud groan. I take every last drop until his cock finally relaxes in my mouth but before I can swallow he yanks me back. Grinning like a devil and heaving in rapid breathes as he watches his release leak from the corners of my lips and down my chin.
Kneeling before him his eyes trail my body. Down the rise and fall of my chest, over my sweat slicked stomach and across my first and only tattoo to my glistening abused pussy.
“You’ve never looked more perfect. You’re incredible.” He swipes a thumb at the corner of my mouth. Wiping away the mess there before I swallow. He stands, picking me up from the bed and carries me to the bathroom before turning on the shower.