60. Katrinia
60
Katrinia
C ooper carries my spent body back to our room at the end of the hall. Currently positioned the furthest away as possible from the guests downstairs, and for this I am suddenly grateful to Carmen for stealing our original room at the front of the house.
When we enter the room he kicks the door shut and takes three heavy strides, kissing me all the way before throwing me down on the bed.
“Take that dress off, now. I don’t want my wife looking like someone else when I fuck her.” His order comes out rough and strained as he kicks off his shoes and rips off his shirt. Exposing his large barrel chest that depicts our history across his skin.
My mouth falls open as I take him in. Teasing him as I slowly drag the pale yellow skirt up my legs. Stopping at my waist. Just shy of showing him what the darkness in his eyes is telling me he wants to see most.
“What’s wrong muzh. Don’t like what you see?” I tease as my hands drift up my body to find my breasts. I pinch my nipples through the floral patterned cups as he unzips his pants.
Shoving them down they puddle at his feet as his massive pulsing erection springs free. Looking bigger and harder than I ever remember him being.
“Take it off Katrinia, before I rip it off.” His order is clear and I know he’s not bluffing, but I can’t help playing with the threat that is my husband.
“You wouldn’t dare.” I taunt as I spread my legs and dip my finger into my arousal, watching as his eyes zero in on my every move.
One thing that has always made me feel indestructible is how I can control a man like Cooper with a single move or a softly spoken word. It’s empowering, knowing he bows only for me.
I close my eyes when bury my fingers deep in my core he pounces. My moan morphs into a yelp as he shreds the dress right up the middle. Only stopping when the fabric reaches the strapless structured bodice.
His fingers dig into my hips and before I know it he’s flipping me over and yanking me up to my knees. He doesn’t wait. I feel his knees dip into the mattress only a second before he slams into me.
I scream as he groans. Even as he shoves me forward to muffle my cries I’m completely lost to the fullness of him as he stretches me. Demanding my body to accommodate his.
Leaning forward he pushes the dress up. I pull my arms out thinking he’s going to take it off but he keeps the bodice around my neck.
That’s when he decides to move. His hips charge forward with punishing thrusts as he wraps his fists around the delicate scraps of the dress. Holding them like reins as he rides me ruthlessly. Taking everything from me I’ve always been more than willing to give him, exactly how he wants it.
His dominance is a drug. One I’m happy to overdose on. Giving myself over completely to the high.
“Do you dare me now, Katrinia?” Cooper yanks me up by the collar the dress forms around my throat. My mouth opens to a choked moan as his cock drives deeper into me in this position but with no air it’s soundless.
Sweat slickens my body as the room fills with the sounds of his howls of pleasure and the slapping of our skin.
“ Fuck , I’ve missed you.” He whispers into my shoulder as he marks my skin with his lips and teeth. The intensity only heightens the experience. Needing something to hold on to I lace my fingers together behind his neck and start to match his pace.
Releasing the reins his hands are all over my body. Gripping my hips, squeezing my tits, using all of me as leverage and when I think I can’t take anymore an orgasm takes me by surprise. Consuming me so suddenly I fall forward with a cry, going numb as I soak his cock in the wave of my release.
Cooper holds me up. His own cries of pleasure echo off the walls as I clench so tightly around him he slows his pace.
“Holy fuck, Trin.” Cooper pants as he uses my body. My vision fading from black back to focus. “I fucking love it when you do that. Your cunt grips me so tight… It’s like your body can’t live without me inside of it.”
“I can’t…” I manage to stutter before Cooper is wailing through gritted teeth as he fills me so full I feel his warmth soothing me from the inside out. Lulling me as I come down from the high of him.
He makes quick work of removing the dress and laying me the rest of the way down before he lays next to me. Both of us are catching our breath as our bodies regain the ability to move.
“Oh my god I needed that.” I pant as my body still quakes.
“You needed me to fuck that bratty little attitude right out of you huh?”
“I missed you.” I climb on top of him and start rubbing my clit back and forth against him.
“I missed you too, baby.” He murmurs, as he watches my naked body grind on his. “I fucking love it when you’re a filthy little slut for me. Be a good girl and make yourself come on me like this and I’ll fuck you again.”
“You promise?” I moan out as I grind my cum filled pussy slowly up his hardening cock.
“Fuck woman. You feel so good. Yes, I promise.” He swears, his hands coming up to rest under his head as he watches me use him.
My clit is so sensitive and slick it doesn’t take long before I’m panting and melting all over his now solid cock.
When I open my eyes he’s grinning and pride swells in me. Not waiting another second I grab him. Lining him up I sink myself down onto him. Sighing as his length fills me to the brim and his hands grip my hips. When I’m fully seated my eyes close and my head rolls to the side as I lose myself to the ecstasy of him inside of me.
“Eyes on me.” His demand is much gentler this time around and when I open my eyes he rocks me by the hold he has on my hips. Guiding me to take him nice and slow and it’s making me almost delirious as every nerve in my body is an active live-wire.
“You’re such a good girl Katrinia. You always take me so well.” He praises and I melt. Leaning forward I kiss him as he wraps me in his arms.