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Every man’s fantasy. His, for damned sure. A pussy so tight it was like a fist knotted around him, flexing and milking, coming and vibrating around him because she wanted him so damned much.
“Sair,” he groaned her name. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
It was the first time in his life he had ever cursed the size of his dick. Which wasn’t enormous. She was just so fucking tight.
Her lips parted. “This kind of hurt, I’ll survive.” She lifted, tightened, and for the first time in Cooper’s life, he lost his cool with a woman. Lost his control. He lost everything but that last fragile thread of sanity that helped him pull back on his strength.
But not his dick.
He pushed into her. One hard stroke, pushing past slick, slick tissue, gripping muscle, powering into her until she screamed his name and he felt her coming around him.
Milking him. Flexing around him.
Ah, fuck. He buried in full length and son of a bitch, he was fucking coming. Pouring into her. Spurting hard and heavy without the benefit of latex, and dying with each hard flex and jet of the semen erupting from his cock.
And she was still vibrating around him, arc
hed into him. Her clit grinding into his pelvis, her body shuddering, jerking, her eyes dazed.
Little Sair had just come apart in his arms like no other woman had ever dared. And Cooper had a feeling he might have just lost a little piece of his heart. Not to mention his sanity. Because he knew he’d forgotten the latex, and son of a bitch, he was starting to wonder if he cared.
chapter 5
“i didn’t use a fucking condom.” Ethan fell to his back, but he dragged her to him, draped her over his chest, and forced her to stare at him.
He should have just let her lay against him, because the look on her face was dangerous to a man who had held on to his heart for so long.
Or had he? Hell. He was starting to feel the fucking noose and it felt comfortable.
“I’m protected.” A frown flitted across his brow as she lowered her lips to kiss him, and his fingers tangled in her hair to hold her back.
“How do you know I’m safe?” He narrowed his eyes back at her.
There came the dimple. A little shy. A whole lot too damned sexy.
“Your friends used to talk when I’d drop off the food while you were recovering,” she admitted. “Really, Ethan. You’re like a condom fanatic.”
He had been.
He let her lower her lips to his. Damned if he could help it.
“I didn’t get to go down on you,” he growled, pulling at her hair with one hand as the hand around her neck held her to him. “You need to pay for that.”
He made her pay, with her mouth. Her lips, her tongue, a kiss so deep he felt it in his balls. Hell! He needed to get away from her. She was fucking dangerous. She was stealing every fantasy he had of a woman, as though she could see inside his head and knew how to give him exactly what he needed.
Her lips were eager, her moans washing over him. Her lithe, incredible little body stroked him from breast to ankle, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t harder than he was when he took her minutes before.
“I want to touch you.”
He let her pull back. His head dug into the pillows when her lips moved to his jaw, his neck. She might be inexperienced, and hell yes he knew she was. He felt what he had pushed past on that first stroke. She’d been a bit wrong about that hymen. It had been weak, easy to break, but it had been there.
Now, his adventurous little virgin was running her lips over his neck, his chest. Her lips covered the flat discs of his nipples, one at a time, sucked and licked and, fuck him, burned him alive.
Then she was going down. Licking. Kissing. The closer she got to the thick shaft of his cock, the more he felt her distress. Her need. She wanted to go down on him. He could feel it, or hell, maybe he just wanted it that damned bad.
She paused, her breath washing over the head of his cock as she lifted her eyes to him.
“Help me,” she breathed, her breathing hard and rough now, the need in her eyes brushing him with heat.
