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My fingers tighten in his hair. Despite hating the idea of hurting him more after what he’s been through tonight, I can’t stop myself from holding him exactly where I need him. Not that I think for a second that he’s going anywhere. The tight grip he has on my hip clues me into the fact that he’s exactly where he wants to be right now.

“I’m…I’m right there, baby.”

He groans again, sending vibrations up my cock.

“Fuck. Cooper. Fuck.” He takes me deep one last time, and it shoves me right over the edge.

I freefall as my orgasm takes me, and I fully hand myself over to the man on his knees before me as I embrace every second.

He sucks me through it, and it isn’t until the pleasure has faded that he releases me, pushes to his feet, and pulls me in for another kiss.

The taste of my cum on his tongue floods my mouth. It’s so fucking hot that I’m almost full mast again already.

I can’t get enough of this man.

The soft fabric of his towel brushes my leg. Irritated that he’s still wearing it, I reach out and tug it from his body, letting it pool at his feet.

His hard dick immediately brushes against mine, making my balls ache as if I didn’t just unload in his mouth.

Ripping my lips from his, I look down, my mouth watering at the sight of his beautiful cock, hard and glistening, begging for my attention.

Thrusting my hips, I rub myself against him, forcing a needy groan from his lips.

“I need you again,” I confess.

“Not as much as I need you,” he rasps before tilting my head up and claiming my lips again while his hands grip my waist, tugging me forward and toward the bed.

The moment I’m where he needs me, he spins me around and bends me over, leaving me exposed for him.

His huge hands slide over my ass cheeks, squeezing before lifting one away.

I howl in pleasure when his palm stings against my skin.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, staring at me with such hunger and reverence that it makes a lump of emotion clog my throat.

He might not have returned my words earlier; honestly, I wasn’t expecting him to. But I know he feels exactly the same way. He’s just not ready to say it yet. But I’ll wait. I feel it in every touch; I see it when he looks at me. The words will just be an added bonus when they come.

“I need to be inside you.”

I wiggle my ass. “Then why aren’t you?”

“I…uh…I don’t have anything,” he confesses.

“What? You mean you weren’t expecting to find your biggest fan at your hotel room door tonight?”

The second he looks into my eyes, he understands what I’m doing.

“Nah, I’m not usually one to mess around with puck bunnies.”

“Well, lucky for you, I came prepared. Check my pocket,” I say, jerking my head toward where my jeans have been abandoned on the floor.

He stalks over and sinks his hand into my pocket. His smile grows as he pulls out a whole strip of condoms.

“You really had high hopes, huh?”

“You can never be too prepared,” I say. “Now get your sexy ass back over here. I might not wait all night.”

“Such a fucking brat,” he rasps before stalking back over, ripping one of the packets from the strip free, and pulling the condom out.