But it’s not enough.
I push Cooper, forcing him to lie on his back. I don’t give him time to wonder about my motive. Instead, I’m on top ofhim, positioning him underneath me before I drop down, feeling him deep within me. He grips my hips, helping me.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. Sit on my cock. God, you look so fucking beautiful,” he moans, watching as I grasp my breasts, massaging them with each of his thrusts upward.
“I hate you so much.” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to be tough.
“God, it really feels like it,” he agrees with a smile, his mouth hanging open as I move forward, allowing him to hit even deeper.
“No,” I gasp. “Like you’re really a piece of shit, you know that, Henry?”
Cooper whimpers again, biting his lip. “Keep talking dirty to me, Mrs Henry.”
If I didn’t know him any better, I’d think that maybe Cooper Henry was into degradation.
Unfortunately, I do know better.
He’s just into my attention.
“You’re doing so well.” His voice is strangled.
“Shut up, Cooper,” I tell him. The pressure is building inside of me, and when our eyes connect, Cooper reads me like a god damn, filthy book.
Flipping me over, Cooper slows us down, which only unravels me faster. “Jesus Christ, look at you,” he whispers, his hand caressing my face. “You’re being such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
It’s a game of power that we both immediately fall into, volleying insults and praise back and forth.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” he grunts, slowly pulling out before slamming back in. “But god, none of those dreams even come close to the real thing.”
I gasp, and Cooper falls forward, pulling my face to his in a rough, messy kiss.
And I come.
My fingers dig into his sides so hard I worry I break skin, my cry muffled by his mouth.
But Cooper pulls away, preferring to watch it happen. “Fucking hell, that’s it. Atta girl.”
A sigh escapes my lips as I come down from my high, and Cooper’s thrusts become more and more desperate.
And then suddenly, he’s gone.
And I feel empty.
Cooper pulls out, thick strands of cum landing on my stomach.
I’m in such a high that I didn’t even think of using a condom. And honestly, even after, I’m still not worried.
Cooper drops down next to me, both of us breathing heavy. “Please tell me you’re clean,” I mutter, just to be sure.
“I get tested yearly for everything under the sun,” he confirms. “Just to be safe. I’m good.”
I nod. “I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone since I got tested last.”
“I think that was the best sex of my life,” he mutters, rolling over and caging me.
I purse my lips. “It was okay.” Panic crosses his eyes momentarily before he notices me fighting for my life not to smile.
As things settle, everything starts to sink in.
