Page 96 of Cozen

She was so close to coming—he knew it. He could feel it in the way her heart raced under his kiss, and the shake in her thighs. Her voice had turned breathless and high. The sounds of her fingers thrusting in time with his circles filled the space.

“Amber?” he asked. “For what?”

“It’s the color of your eyes.”

Sargon smiled. “It is.”

“And it’s my favorite color.”

He couldn’t hold himself back from kissing her sweet mouth any longer. His lips came down on hers, and he felt all her soft sounds muffle against his kiss. His tongue flicked against the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She came around her own fingers and his teasing touch as their tongues danced a now-familiar rhythm.

Sargon couldn’t control his needs long enough to let Cozen relax again. He rolled them back over, and put Cozen on her back. She was already widening her legs for him, and pulling him in close.

She pulled him in for another searing kiss as he found heaven in that first thrust. She surrounded him in peace. The rest of the world ceased to exist while he was fucking her.

What more could he want?

“Oh, my God,” Cozen breathed in his ear.

Her fingers tangled in his hair while his teeth left imprints on her throat. He had the most indescribable urge to leave his marks behind.

So even after he was done fucking her—even when he was gone—she would still feel him. She could still see him, and that he had been there.

Sargon’s phone started ringing.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her throat.

Cozen answered him back with a laugh.

He just fucked her harder—a brutal pace that left him with lines down his back from her fingernails, and her bite mark on his shoulder. All that sweet, soft love was gone, then. There was no sweetness or softness left between them.

Just her begging.

And him taking.

“I want to come,” he heard her say. “Please.”

Oh, he would give her that, too.

Sargon pulled out of the heaven between her thighs, and quickly flipped Cozen over to her knees. He yanked her back to him, likely dragging her knees a little too roughly against the blankets. Once her ass was perched high, he dove right back in.

One of his hands wrapped around her middle to pull her harder into his thrusts.

More, more, more …

That’s all he heard her ask for.

“You want more—you need more, Cozen?”

“God, yes.”

Her words were a hiss beneath her whisper. It was still a balm to his soul. All of her words were like that for him.

He pulled his cock from her pussy, and slid the head through her folds again. Cozen stilled, but then one of her sweet little sighs echoed when he used his fingers to smear her wetness from her pussy up to her ass. He fucked her ass with his fingers, stretching her full and wide, while his cock slid back into the wet, tight heaven of her cunt. It didn’t take long at all for the neighbors to start hearing his name being shouted after that when Cozen came again.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed.

Cozen’s voice was a hum in the back of his mind. Her words urging him to a finish he knew was coming on quick. He could feel it in the tightness of his spine, the heat in his gut, and the ache in his fucking balls.