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His groan bounces off the walls around us; it’s deep and filthy and fucking everything.
“Cooper,” I cry out when he suddenly punches his hips forward, sending me shooting up the bed.
“Whoops, forgot to tell you to hold on,” he mocks behind me.
He pulls me back into position, and I plant my hands on the mattress, ready to take whatever he’s about to unleash on me.
And fuck, does he unleash.
His hips piston with incredible power and speed as he takes me.
My cock is like steel, and every time it brushes the sheet beneath me or even my thigh, I'm seconds from it going off again.
He’s a fucking beast.
“You need a mirror,” I pant as he continues his punishing pace. “I want to see you.”
Suddenly, he releases one hip and slides his hand up my stomach until his fingers wrap around my throat, tugging me fully up onto my knees.
His possessive hold has me leaking.
I need to touch myself.
No.
I need him to touch me.
Nothing I could do would come anywhere close to how his touch feels.
I twist my head, and he’s right there, staring at me as if I’m something special, something to be treasured.
Fuck, yes. I’ll take that look every fucking day of my life.
His lips slam down on mine, his tongue immediately in my mouth, as his hips slow their pace.
What was wild and frantic is now slower and calmer. But it’s still just as mind-blowing.
And it only gets better when his palm descends once more until he’s got my cock back in his hand.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my head falling back against his shoulder as he works me at the same time as his hips fuck me.
“You like me in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan. “Please, don’t stop.”
“You’re taking me so well. My cock looks fucking insane disappearing inside you.”
“Feels just as good. I’m so fucking close.”
“You’re not gonna come yet. We’re gonna go together, okay?”
Just the thought of us finding the end simultaneously almost pushes me over the edge.
“You keep doing that, and I can’t promise anything.”
“Sure you can. You’re so good at doing what you’re told. Oh fuck, you just strangled my dick. You like being my good boy, don’t you?”
“Oh fuck, Cooper, please?” It’s barely more than a whimper.
