Page 53 of Cozen

It filled her full.

It stretched her open.

It hurt, and it was so good, too.

Sargon gave her no time to catch a breath, or get used to the feeling of his thickness inside of her cunt. He just pulled out, and thrust right back in. Fucked her hard enough that her body slammed in to the wall again and again.

He pulled her hair, and then he spanked her ass. Those two fingers he used to tease her pussy were shoved into her mouth, and then quickly taken away to be shoved up her ass once he felt they were wet enough.

“Come for me,” he urged in her ear. “And then I’ll let you show me how good of a slut you can really be.”

All dark, and sinful.

Like his eyes.

Like his taste.

Like him.

“Fucking come for me, Cozen. I want it—it’s mine tonight.”

Her orgasm crashed down on her body like a tsunami. What started in her womb quickly spread out, and drowned her in nothing but sensation.

Sargon fucked her through it.

And then he did it again.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the rising sun, and the oncoming morning. It was only then that Sargon finally pulled away from Cozen, and began to get dressed. He barely looked at her sparse apartment, and he didn’t mention a thing about the fact she was using a mound of blankets and pillows on the floor of the living room as a bed.

Cozen sipped from a glass of red wine—she needed a drink after a night like that—and watched Sargon button his silk dress shirt. “You’re not very loyal to your boss, are you?”

His gaze darted to her, but then quickly went back to the task of rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “He’s a job—not a friend.”

“Still, don’t you think you should draw clearer lines in the sand when it comes to things he has interest in?”

Sargon chuckled, and his lips curved sardonically. “Says the woman who sucked my dick like it was a straw, and water was going to come out of it.”

Pink colored Cozen’s cheeks.

She didn’t let his words bother her, though.

“Nice deflection,” she murmured.

Taking another sip of her wine, the two of them locked gazes, and she cocked her brow as if to challenge him.

Sargon sighed. “I take what I want—I don’t know how to do things differently than how I have always done them.”

A lump formed in Cozen’s throat at his suggestion. She somehow forced it down.

“And you wanted me,” she stated.

“There is no past tense. I learned that last night.” He came closer to her as he said, “He’s going to continue to pursue you, Cozen.”

“Let him.”

Sargon gaze darkened. “Let him?”

“It’s what I need.”