Chapter 15 #2
Smiling against her, Pipe lifted his head and watched as his finger disappeared inside her body.
When he pulled the digit out, it was glistening with her juices.
Looking up and meeting her gaze—he was thrilled she was watching him pleasure her—he sucked his finger into his mouth.
Her eyes went wide before she dropped her head back down onto the mattress.
“That should be kind of gross, but it’s honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” she said to the ceiling.
Pipe lowered his head once more to lick at Cora’s clit. Over and over in a steady rhythm. As he concentrated on her clit, he used one finger, then two, to gently thrust.
She began to move her hips, fucking his fingers and making it difficult to keep his mouth on her sensitive bud.
Pipe’s cock was so hard in his jeans, it physically hurt.
But he wasn’t about to stop to undo the zipper to give himself relief.
No way was he taking his hands or mouth from between Cora’s legs until she’d come.
Her entire body began to shake as she neared orgasm.
Pipe licked faster, then locked his lips around her clit and sucked.
For a moment, Cora froze, and he wondered if he was hurting her.
But then she shoved her hips up, pushing his fingers even farther inside her body, and began to convulse.
His fingers moved even easier as she slickened with her orgasm.
The way she shook in his arms made him feel as masculine as he’d ever felt in his life.
He’d given her this pleasure. When he felt her begin to flinch away from his tongue, Pipe lifted his head, but only enough to watch the steady stream of come leaking from between her legs.
He couldn’t keep the smile of satisfaction off his face.
“Pipe…I need more.”
His Cora needed more? He’d give it to her.
He scooted back, noting that she seemed boneless, not moving when he got to his knees to whip off the shirt he was wearing.
Pipe wasn’t ashamed of his tattoos, but there had been times when he’d taken off his clothes in front of a woman when he’d seen a look of distaste as they viewed his ink.
His chest and arms were a mishmash of tattoos.
There wasn’t a coherent theme, he simply got inked because of the peace the needle gave him.
To his relief, the look in Cora’s eyes wasn’t one of abhorrence. Instead, she licked her lips and sat up, reaching for the zipper of his jeans.
Pipe could’ve brushed her hands aside. Could’ve taken off his jeans himself.
But he was enjoying her hands on him too much to stop her.
The woman in front of him was a literal goddess.
Her tits bounced as she moved, her thighs were still spread, and he could see more of her come leaking between.
He’d done that. And would do much more by the time they both passed out from exhaustion.
Being with a man had never felt so right.
She wasn’t the kind of woman who slept with a guy so soon after meeting him, but Cora didn’t feel one iota of regret for what was happening.
Pipe had made her come harder than she ever had in her life.
He seemed to know exactly how to touch her and didn’t care that she couldn’t lie passively under him while he was doing it, making his job harder.
Which was a good thing, because considering how he’d made her feel, she couldn’t have remained still.
Seeing him now, on his knees above her, his tattooed body on full display, Cora felt a fresh spurt of wetness leak out of her body. She wanted him. But she also wanted to make sure he felt as good as she did.
For once in her life, she wasn’t self-conscious about her body as she sat in front of him.
She didn’t feel the need to suck in her stomach, to try to make some of the folds around her middle disappear.
She didn’t care that her boobs were uneven and a little too saggy for her liking.
How could she when Pipe looked at her and licked his lips as if he couldn’t wait to make her his own personal lollipop again?
The pleasure he’d taken while going down on her hadn’t been faked.
And when he’d sucked his finger covered with her juices into his mouth, she’d almost spontaneously orgasmed right then and there.
But as much as she enjoyed him eating her out, she wanted him inside her. Wanted him to fuck her. Hard and fast.
She smiled at him and unzipped his pants, making sure to caress his cock as she did.
His hips pushed toward her, and her smile grew.
She shoved his pants and boxers down and without giving him a chance to stand to remove them, leaned forward.
She tilted his rock-hard dick toward her and took the head into her mouth and sucked hard, just as he’d done to her nipple.
To her delight, he swore—she loved when he said “bloody hell” in that sexy British accent—then grabbed hold of her head as she did her best to pleasure him in the awkward position. He swayed on his knees as she sucked his cock.
Cora loved sex. That didn’t mean she had it indiscriminately. In fact, she was very picky about who she chose as a sexual partner, and she loved the power she held when she had a man’s dick in her mouth.
Pipe was no different…and yet he was. This wasn’t something she was doing simply for his pleasure. No, it went deeper than that. She wasn’t sure why, or how, but she knew that sex with Pipe was life-changing.
Instead of letting it scare her, she welcomed the feeling.
Cora slurped and sucked and used her hands to caress Pipe’s balls as she pleasured him.
At one point, he held her head still and began to fuck her mouth—and Cora loved every second of it.
She dug her nails into his thighs and held on as he got lost in the pleasure she was giving him.
Just when she thought he was going to spurt down her throat, Pipe seemed to get himself under control.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stared at her for a long few seconds. His cock dripped with her saliva and his precome. A drop hit her leg, and she shivered.
Pipe moved, growling deep in his throat and practically throwing himself off the bed. He promptly fell on his ass as he struggled to get his jeans off over his shoes, with no luck.
Cora giggled. Had she ever had fun while having sex?
No. The answer was definitely no. She moved up the bed and pushed the covers down so she was lying on the sheet.
Feeling sexier than she ever had in her life, she put her arms over her head, spread her legs, and waited for Pipe to untangle himself from his clothes and rejoin her.
The look of lust on his face when he popped up from the floor and saw her made Cora suck in a breath.
Before she could blink, Pipe was over her. Covering her from head to toe, and she loved it. Her hands grabbed hold of his biceps as she felt his still-dripping cock smear come on her belly.
She looked down and sighed in pleasure at the sight of his dick so close to where she wanted it. Needed it.
“Please, take me,” Cora pleaded.
He hesitated.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, suddenly afraid he was having second thoughts.
“I want to be in there more than I want to breathe, but I don’t have anything to protect you with. I didn’t expect this, not in a million years, so I don’t have any condoms.”
Cora fell in love right then and there. Any other man would’ve taken what she was so clearly offering without a second thought. She hadn’t brought up birth control, and some men wouldn’t even have thought of it. Pipe wasn’t one of those men. And she loved him all the more for it.
“It’s not the right time,” she told him.
“You aren’t on anything?” he asked.
Cora’s belly clenched. Was this a deal-breaker? She shook her head, not willing to lie to him.
“You could get pregnant,” he said, an odd glint in his eye.
“It’s possible, but again, I don’t think it’s the right time.”
“I should do the right thing. Wait until I can protect you. But I can’t, Cora. If you get pregnant, I’m going to want to be part of the baby’s life. I won’t be an absentee father.”
Her eyes widened.
“Yes or no, love. And be sure about your answer. Because if it’s yes, I’m going to have you all night.
One time won’t be enough. I need you like I need air to breathe.
I don’t understand it, don’t even care to.
I know down to my bones that you’re it for me.
But if you aren’t sure about being a mother, if you aren’t sure about me being your kid’s father, you need to say no. Right now.”
Everything about Pipe’s words made Cora’s entire body tingle. It was hard to believe this man was real. There was a chance that once the heat of the moment calmed down, once their lust was sated, he’d regret what he’d said. But Cora didn’t think so.
“I can’t imagine a better father for my child,” she whispered.
In response, Pipe reached down, took his cock in his tattoo-covered fingers—which was hot as hell—and ran the head up and down her slit. Cora opened her legs wider.
The next thing she knew, he was balls deep inside her. He stretched her as no man ever had, and the small bite of pain made her arousal ramp up even more.
“Okay?” he asked between clenched teeth.
“More!” she begged.
Pipe grinned and shifted, until he was impossibly deeper inside her. His hair fell over his forehead as he braced himself and stared at where they were joined.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” Cora breathed.
She expected him to start thrusting, but instead he held himself still over and inside her.
“Pipe?” She grinned.
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing? Move.”
“Can’t.”
“What? Why not?” she asked, suddenly concerned. She had a crazy vision of them having to call for help, and the paramedics coming into the room and finding him locked inside of her for some reason.