Page 124 of Cozen

Better than a drug.

“Fuck,” Cozen breathed when he slid inside her pussy.

The lingering tendrils of her orgasm fluttered around his dick, and took him all the way in. He put a hand to her back, and forced her to lean further over the rail as he leaned back to watch his dick come out when he pulled away.

He came out hard, and soaked in her. He could see his heart beat pulsing in his dick.

Cozen pushed back against him, and took him in again. He smacked her ass for that fucking trick, and held her tighter to the railing to keep her in place.

“Behave,” he warned.

“Fuck me.”

“Behave, Zen. Or I’ll make you wait for the next orgasm. Pleasure is earned, sweetheart. And you should know by now how to earn it properly.”

“Pl—”

He slapped her ass again.

Her moan answered him back. He liked the sight of his red handprints coloring up her backside. Rubbing his hand over the spots, he could feel the heat rising to her skin, and the way she shuddered with every stroke.

Slowly, he pulled his cock out of her again.

“I want you to fuck me,” she demanded.

“You’re going to wait.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Oh, you will, or—”

“You asked for this, Sarg.”

He grabbed hard to her waist with one hand, and fisted her hair with the other. “Fucking little—”

“Bitch, slut, your whore? Pick one and stick to it,” she gasped out. “I like them all.”

Sargon pumped harder into her. A fast, brutal rhythm that sent Cozen slamming into the railing with every single thrust. He was sure she would have marks left behind from his hands, and from the railing, too.

He was going to paint her back with his come.

Then he would turn her around, and fuck her again.

“Well, which one is it?” Cozen asked, backing into every thrust. “Your bitch, slut, or whore?”

“All three—but only for me,” he grunted.

Cozen peered over her shoulder. All darkened eyes, trembling lips, and sex on her tongue. “Only for you.”

Sargon knew he was alone before he even opened his eyes. He could tell by the coldness of the sheets against his palms when he reached for the other side of the bed. He knew it when he reached for her, and found nothing but air slipping through his fingertips.

Cozen’s scent—a teasing, sultry mix of vanilla, cherries, and sex—wasn’t as strong as it had been the night before when she was beside him. Now, it only lingered around him like an afterthought that he couldn’t quite get out of his mind.

Peeling his eyes open, Sargon rolled to his back, and stared up at the white ceiling of the hotel room. He tried not to be pissed off about waking up alone, but what was the point, really. Of course, he was going to be pissed.

Scrubbing his hands down his unshaven jaw, Sargon resolved his irritation for the moment by remembering the night before.

Sex on his tongue.