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“You almost there?” Chloe asked, eyes still shut tight.
“Fuck, yeah, I’m close, baby. You?”
“Yep.”
Yep? She gave him a yep? Chloe leaned forward, slapping her palms on his chest, she braced, threw her head back and moaned long and loud. As she did so, her pussy rhythmically squeezed around his cock, nearly blowing his head straight off his body. Her moans grew in volume before she let out one last high-pitched whimper, shook a little, then let her chin drop to her chest while she panted.
An Oscar-worthy orgasm performance.
And Rocket wasn’t buying a single shudder of it.
What. The. Fuck.
He tugged hard on the cuffs while thinking about his next construction project. Hopefully the combination of work and bite of pain would keep him from unloading inside her for the next few minutes.
Chloe lifted her head, eyes wide and mouth in a perfect O-shape. “What…uh…you’re still very hard. You didn’t…?” She waved her hand around.
Rocket smirked. “Nope, I sure didn’t. And neither did you.” As he spoke, he slid his heels toward his ass. The movement shifted Chloe’s position. She fell back a bit, cradled by his thighs, still full of his cock.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked, gaze darting around the room. He’d laid there like a goddammed corpse long enough. Now it was his turn to move. “You’re wrong. I already—oh!” There was a note of hysteria in her voice until that last gasped “oh.”
That’s right, baby. Not leaving this fucking room until you come for real.
Using his shoulders for leverage, Rocket powered his hips upward for the first time, grinding his pelvis against hers as he held her in place with his thighs. He might be the one in cuffs, but Chloe’s reign of control was fucking over.
“You have to sto—oh, my God,” she said as her eyes fluttered closed. Yeah, a little clit action will do that to a woman. Rocket smiled as he started to fuck her with intent.
Chloe remained uncertain for all of two point five seconds before she lost herself in the sensations and started to fuck him back. Tiny whimpers flew from her mouth each time their hips collided. She slammed herself down in time with his upward thrusts taking an extra second to grind her clit against him.
This time, when her head dropped back and her moans grew to near screams, it was real fucking pleasure he heard in her voice.
“Oh, my God,” she said again as Rocket drove down through his heels and rammed her with his cock. He felt it then, a small ripple in her pussy as she spiraled toward orgasm.
“Work your tits,” he growled. Someone needed to give those beauties some attention and if he wasn’t allowed, she’d have to do it herself.
Curling her fists at her sides, she shook her head.
“Fucking do it. Pinch ’em. Tug ’em. I want to see it.”
Chloe groaned then did as he asked. As her fingers closed around the stiff buds, she gasped, and her eyes flew open. “Logan,” she cried.
“That’s right, baby. Make ’em feel good while I made this pussy feel good.”
She gripped her nipples, hard, tugging them away from her body. “Shit, I’m gonna—fuck!" she shouted as her entire body became racked with spasms. Gaze locked with his, she cried out again and her pussy squeezed him so hard, he was completely defenseless against the powerful orgasm that stole through him.
“Shit, yeah,” he shouted as he burst into the condom. Keeping his eyes open was a struggle but he wasn’t about to miss a second of Chloe’s pleasure.
“Goddamn,” he said as his body began to relax and his eyes dropped closed. “Now that’s a fucking orgasm. Don’t know what that fake bullshit was, but the real thing was fucking beautiful.”
She didn’t respond.
“Babe?” He opened his eyes to find her still as a statue, a look of horror on her flushed face. “Hey, you okay? Shit, did I hurt you?” What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d been rough, as rough as he could be while restrained to a bed, and she’d been attacked just months ago. Fuck, if she didn’t make him forget all about that while she was riding him. If he’d set her back, he’d never forgive himself.
But it made no sense. He wasn’t the first guy she’d fucked. She’d been at this for months.
“Hey!” he said with bite this time.
The sharp tone seemed to snap her out of whatever trance she’d fallen into. “Shit,” she said as she scrambled off him.
Her hands went to her mussed hair. She gripped the strands as though she was about to yank it out of her head. “What the fuck was that?” she yelled.
Rocket blinked. Anger? He’d just fucked her to a screaming orgasm, and she was pissed? “Um, fucking?” he said.
“You didn’t follow the rules!” She gathered her dress and shoes. “My room, my show, remember? You didn’t follow the fucking rules.” Her voice cracked. After she’d collected her belongings, she disappeared into the bathroom.
