She’s on birth control, I know that.
But the weird, crazy side of me goes crazy. Would it be so fucking bad if I put a baby in her? I go lightheaded at the thought.
“Yeah? You want this cunt filled with me, Sweetheart?”
She nods, raising up before slowly lowering herself again.
“Show me how bad you want it,” I whisper, watching her unravel at my words.
My whole body goes numb, and all I can feel is her.
The way she pants. The way she says my name. The way she shudders at my touch. It’s all intoxicating.
Amara’s pace picks up, and I can feel the pressure build. “Tell me what you need, Sweetheart.”
“I need you to talk to me,” she rasps, her fingers clawing at my chest.
“Talk dirty to you? Fuck, I wasn’t aware that you were such a dirty little slut for me, Amara.”
She cries out, and I know I’m hitting the mark. “Atta girl, you’re taking me so fucking well. Look at you.”
“I—I’m going to come,” she whimpers, and I let her set the rhythm to whatever she needs it to be.
“You’re doing so well, Sweetheart.” I moan, nearly there myself.
It’s when I kiss her nipple that she comes undone, hercunt clamping down on me, sending my body into complete bliss as I come with her.
She keeps going, making sure to squeeze every last drop out of me before resting her forehead on mine.
I smirk. “You really do get horny when you drink, don’t you?”
CHAPTER 39
AMARA
It’s hard to be at this game and pretend that I can walk straight in front of his sister.
It’s Cooper’s first game back on the sideline supporting his team, so his sister and I are in Leo’s suite.
We clap as the game starts, watching Leo in his cropped Cobras shirt as Leo slaps his ass. It’s a ritual, apparently. Coop’s ass is lucky.
And of course, the cameras are here.
I really do wonder whether anyone will notice if I’m walking funky.
I’ll be honest, I never really knew if I had any kinks before. I never had anywhere to safely explore them, and even if the ones I have are fairly tame compared to some I hear about, it’s been fun to figure them out.
Despite our rocky history, if I were going to trust anyone with this at all, it would be Cooper.
I’ve also realized that, upon being thoroughly fucked by a six-foot-five God of a football player, I’m also starting to appreciate the game a little more.
I didn’t frown at the man wearing head-to-toe armor aswe entered the building, and I’m not wishing I was wearing earplugs right now.
In fact, I almost wish that Cooper were playing so that I could learn to appreciate his ass in those tight little pants they wear.
His sister interrupts my daydreams.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him as chipper as he was this morning,” his sister tells me.
