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“Y-yeah. Got it.”

“Good boy. Now,” I say, dropping the hand that was on his jaw to his ass. “Let’s see just how ready you are for me.”

25

GARRETT

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my body jolting forward as Cooper pushes a digit inside me.

I couldn’t stop myself earlier from dribbling a bit of that incredible lube between my cheeks. I wanted to be ready for him even though he hadn’t told me to.

I didn’t think it was possible, but my dick gets even harder in his hand as he pushes deeper.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his warm breath racing over my neck and down my shoulder.

I glance back, and fuck, do I like what I see.

His still-wet hair has fallen over his forehead, and his eyes are dark and hungry.

I did that to him.

Me.

Fucking blows my mind.

When he adds a second finger, I almost lose it.

“I-I’m gonna come,” I force out.

Why am I so fast on the fucking trigger with this man?

One touch, and I’m fucking gone.

I have better stamina than this. Or at least, I used to.

Cooper Nash has ruined me, and he hasn’t even gotten his dick inside me yet.

He shifts closer until his lips are on my neck.

A whimper spills from my lips as I fight the inevitable.

“Come for me, Garrett. Make a mess all over my bed.”

“Cooper,” I cry as I fly over the edge. “Oh, Jesus. Fuck.”

I fall forward, unable to hold myself up on my knees as the orgasm rips through me.

I land on my forearms, and thankfully, Cooper comes with me, both his hands still working me through every second of my release.

“Fucking hell,” I pant once I’ve come down from the high. “That was⁠—”

“One of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he finishes for me.

“Yeah,” I muse, having run out of brain capacity to create more words.

I whimper when he pulls his fingers from my ass and releases my dick. I want to say it’s softening after that mind-altering orgasm, but it’s not, and I’m instantly left cold from the lack of contact.

“We’re nowhere close to being done,” Cooper tells me as he shifts around behind me. “Get this ass in the air.”