Chapter 15 #3
“Because this is the most amazingly perfect thing I’ve ever felt in my life, and I don’t want it to end. You’re so bloody hot. And wet. And you’re squeezing me so hard, I feel as if I move a muscle, I’m gonna blow.”
Cora relaxed. Thank goodness nothing was wrong. “You feel good too,” she said, the words completely inadequate for what she was feeling, but she didn’t have the brain space to come up with better praise at the moment.
Pipe stared at her as he pulled his hips back slowly, then sank back inside her.
They both moaned.
He did that a couple of times, and while it felt good, Cora needed more.
“Harder, Pipe.”
He ignored her, choosing instead to torture her with his slow, measured thrusts.
In retaliation, Cora dug her fingernails into his butt. He simply grinned down at her in response.
“Love your claws, love. Go ahead, make your mark on me.”
Narrowing her eyes, trying to think of what she could do to hurry him up, Cora’s gaze landed on his pec. As he held himself over her with his arms, his chest muscles undulated with his steady thrusts. An impulse grabbed her, and she acted.
Lifting herself to her elbows, she latched onto his chest with her mouth, right above his nipple, and sucked as hard as she could.
That seemed to work. Pipe grunted. Then Cora felt his hand at the back of her head, supporting her as she did her best to give him the biggest hickey he’d ever had in his life.
To her delight, his controlled thrusts became more erratic. By the time she thought she’d sufficiently marked him, at his request, and dropped her head back to the pillow, his thrusts had sped up exponentially.
He looked down and smiled at seeing the red bruise on his chest.
“Better than any tattoo. Maybe I’ll go and get it immortalized in ink.”
Cora grinned at him. “Fine. Whatever. After you fuck me,” she ordered.
The smile faded from his face as Pipe finally, finally, began to take her harder.
She drove her hips up to meet each of his thrusts, and the sound of their skin slapping together was loud in the otherwise quiet room.
Before she knew it, Pipe was pounding her hard and fast, and it felt amazing.
Each time he bottomed out, there was a small pinch of pain, but it all added to the experience.
“Gonna come,” he warned, still holding himself up over her. “Gonna fill you with my come and watch it leak out between those puffy pussy lips, then do it all over again.”
“Do it,” Cora breathed, egging him on. She wasn’t close to a second orgasm, but she couldn’t wait to see him lose it. She’d never seen anything sexier than Pipe hovering over her, her legs spread around his thighs as he took her.
He grunted, then shoved himself so far inside her body, Cora squeaked. He snarled loudly as he came.
But instead of collapsing on her, as she expected, Pipe sat up. He shoved her legs farther apart, stayed buried inside her pussy, and began to thumb her clit.
“Pipe!” she exclaimed as the orgasm that seemed so out of reach crested quickly.
He was staring at where they were joined, concentrating on giving her pleasure, and it was almost overwhelming. She’d never had a guy so intent on making sure she came. She would’ve been happy with the orgasm he’d given her earlier.
“That’s it. Come on my cock. I can feel your muscles fluttering around me and it’s indescribable. Let go, love, let me feel it.”
Between one breath and the next, Cora broke.
She felt as if she was flying and the only thing holding her to Earth was her grip on Pipe’s arms. Her thighs shook as she tried to pump her hips on Pipe’s cock, but he was holding her so tightly, she couldn’t move.
All she could do was feel. She had no idea how long her orgasm lasted, but when she finally came back to herself and looked at Pipe, his gaze was still locked between her legs.
She could feel wetness leaking down the crack of her ass.
“Look at us,” he whispered when he realized she was back with him.
Lifting her head, Cora looked down and inhaled sharply.
Pipe’s half-hard cock was still buried deep inside her body, her pussy lips stretched around him. Their pubic hair was meshed together, and his tattooed thighs pushed her legs apart. It was carnal and erotic, and made her squirm in his hold.
He looked up at her face and smiled. He rolled suddenly, his cock slipping out of her as they moved. Cora sat perched on top of him, his cock between their bodies, wet with their combined juices, peeking out from between her swollen and slightly sore pussy.
“I can feel our come on my cock,” he said.
Cora never would’ve guessed this man was a dirty talker. But she liked it. A lot.
“That’s what happens when you don’t use a condom,” she said with a shrug.
He frowned. “You’ve done that before?”
“Well, no. But I read.”
The smile returned. He craned his head down to look at his chest, where she’d given him the hickey.
“Sorry?” Cora said with a small smirk.
“No, you aren’t. But turnabout’s fair play,” he said—a second before he lifted himself up and latched onto the skin next to her nipple.
Cora squealed and tried to shift away from him, but his grip on her was absolute. She wasn’t going anywhere. She giggled and laughed as he sucked on her skin. When he pulled back, a satisfied look spread across his face as he stared at what he’d done.
“Good Lord, Pipe. That’s gonna leave a huge mark,” she complained.
“Yup,” he agreed.
“I guess I forgot to tell you that my skin is sensitive,” she said with a laugh. “I sunburn easily. When I get bitten by bugs, I get the worst welts. I think that hickey is gonna be there until I’m old and gray.”
“Good. If it wears away, I’ll leave another,” Pipe told her.
“You’re impossible.”
“No, I like my mark on you. Just as I like your mark on me.”
The moment got intense in a heartbeat.
“What are we doing?” Cora whispered.
“No clue. But it feels more right than anything I’ve ever done,” Pipe said solemnly.
Cora couldn’t argue that point because she felt the same.
She felt his cock twitch against her and looked down, surprised to see he was getting hard again.
“Already?” she asked incredulously as she shifted over him, caressing him with her still soaking-wet pussy.
“Apparently,” Pipe said dryly. “Put me in and ride me.”
Cora mock frowned at him. “Bossy. Maybe I don’t want to.”
“You do,” Pipe said with a cheeky grin.
She did. She totally did. Without another word, Cora went up on her knees and reached for Pipe’s dick. She notched it between her legs and sank down.
They both gasped.
“Seriously, if I could live here I would,” Pipe told her.
Cora giggled.
Pipe let out a sexy little moan. “Bloody hell, woman. I felt that on my dick.”
Which made Cora laugh harder.
But laughter quickly gave way to more moans when Pipe’s thumb began to rub her clit, and his other hand came up to palm one of her breasts.
“Ride me, love. Hard and fast. Let me fill you up again.”
And just like that, Cora’s belly clenched. How could dirty words be so damn sexy? But she didn’t complain, she simply did as he asked, and as she wanted. Rode him until she orgasmed, and until he lost it again, shooting his load deep inside her just as he promised.