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My entire body trembles as I fight like hell to hold off my release.
“Fuck. Are you there?”
He wants me to wait a few seconds before confessing, “Yes.”
I almost cry out in relief.
“Please, Cooper. Please. I need—”
“I know what you fucking need, Garrett,” he growls, suddenly fucking me harder and deeper. “Fuck. Yes. That’s it.”
“Cooper,” I cry.
“Now,” he demands. “Come for me right now.”
And I do exactly that as his cock jerks inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as my eyes close and my head once again falls back against his shoulder, pleasure like I’ve never experienced before surging through me and frying my nerve endings.
Cooper’s arms wrap around me as I sag against him.
“I got you,” he chuckles in my ear. His chest heaves against my back, and his increased breath tickles over my skin, letting me know he’s also been affected by that life-changing orgasm.
“I…I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” I confess quietly.
“It was worth the wait, that’s for sure.”
“But…” I start, then lick my dry lips. “We could have experienced that two weeks ago.”
“Nah, two weeks of tension made it better,” he says as his softening dick slips from inside me.
He lays me down on his bed before stalking toward the bathroom to take care of the condom, leaving me with the glorious sight of his hockey bubble butt as he goes.
“Fuck,” I breathe, dragging a hand down my face as I try to convince myself that all of that was real.
I really just got railed to within an inch of my life by the infamous Cooper Nash?
Yes, yes, I fucking did.
I’m still grinning like an idiot when he walks back into the room, still deliciously naked.
“You okay?” he asks, a smile twitching at his lips.
“I don’t know. I think you just rearranged my soul or some shit.”
“That good, huh?”
“Better.”
“Wow. That’s some praise,” he mutters as he drags open a drawer and tugs out a clean pair of boxers before pulling them on.
My brow wrinkles when he covers up that beautiful cock, but I can’t complain, because he then comes to lie beside me.
“Well deserved.”
He settles on his back, and I roll onto my side so I can look at him.
“You know, it’s okay to smile. I won’t tell anyone that you’re capable of it.”
