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“I would love to take my time with you, babe. However, I don’t want to risk getting caught.” Moaning my agreement, I pump Coen’s delicious dick twice before letting go and turning around, resting my cheek against the brick wall.
“Take me, Coen. I need you inside me,” I whisper, and push my ass toward him.
My brown-haired and green-eyed sex god doesn’t waste any time, and only seconds pass before I feel the head of his cock nudging against my opening.
“I’m going to make this quick,” he rasps, and before I can answer, he slaps a hand over my mouth. “I’m not sure you can keep quiet.” Even though amusement is palpable in his voice, I’m about to retort when he thrusts into me. Sheathing himself in my pussy in one thrust and I bite into his hand to not moan out loud.
There’s no describing the feeling of having Coen’s cock piston in and out of me. Each thrust takes me higher, and I regret not going to his room, where we wouldn’t have to worry about not making any sounds.
“The way you’re squeezing my dick is… Fuck!” Coen grinds out through clenched teeth. Then he leans forward, sucking on the tender skin of my neck.
For the first time ever, I don’t feel the need to come. I want to, and I can feel it building inside me—but the feeling of uniting with Coen, experiencing this with him, is mightier than anything else.
I move my head to the side so my cheek is resting on top of his head that’s still on my neck. “This is perfect,” I say—or try to say with his hand still on top of my mouth. “You’re perfect.”
As if my words are linked directly to Coen’s hips, he slams into me again. Instead of pulling back out, he lets his cock stay enveloped in my heat.
“I’m really regretting agreeing to this right now,” he rasps, making me stiffen in his arms. “I don’t want to restrain myself, and I definitely don’t want you not to let go.” My body unlocks as he clarifies what he means.
“I feel the same way,” I murmur. “Let’s hurry so we can go back inside.”
Coen’s low, and sexy chuckle makes my inner walls flutter around him. “Did you just tell me to hurry?” He pulls almost entirely out of me. “What a horrible thing to say.” Then he slams into me so hard our skin makes an almost cracking sound, and I can’t hold back a loud moan.
Tightening his hand across my mouth, Coen picks up the pace and pistons in and out of me at a deliciously brutal rate that pushes me closer to the rough surface of the wall, biting into my skin as I rest my forehead against it.
I move one hand from the wall to the needy nub between my legs, circling the plump flesh with my index finger.
“Fuck, I can feel your pussy squeezing my dick even harder with each flick. Keep going, babe.” Coen moans, making my pleasure surge even higher with the lust and need in his voice.
Removing the hand from my mouth, Coen grips my hips as he pumps into me harder and harder. With each thrust, flick, and heated kiss on my neck, my legs tremble. If it wasn’t for Coen’s firm grip on my hips, I don’t know if I could keep myself upright. However, with his hands on me, I know he won’t let me fall, and I let myself ride the waves of pleasure washing over my body.
“Coen!” I cry, momentarily forgetting to keep quiet.
“Shh!” he hushes me. Remembering where we are, my eyes dart behind him, wanting to make sure no one is watching.
Even though I want this, I can’t deny feeling rattled by the delivery I received. I’ve tried to push it to the back of my mind because what can I do? I don’t want to live a life on my knees. I thought the possible end to my world was chained up in the basement, and with him secured, I didn’t think there was anything else for me to fear. Learning differently is… There are no words that are enough to describe how it makes me feel. Compared to everything we’ve been through, getting caught seems insignificant.
“Turn that brain of yours off!” I let Coen’s heated words pull me from my head, once again turning my attention toward him and what we’re doing.
I focus on the way his magnificent cock is moving in and out of me, hitting all the right places. The way his heated breath fans across my shoulder.
“I’m gonna—” Before I can finish what I wanted to say, Coen slaps his hand over my mouth again.
“Come for me, babe. Come with me,” he groans, and I swirl my clit faster, relishing the feel of Coen’s cock as I feel it swell and jerk inside me.
“Coen!” With his name on my lips, I come apart in his arms, my legs turning to jelly.
He thrusts into me twice before he groans out his release. “I love you, Mia.” Those four words, spoken in the throes of passion, do something to me.
Tears gather in my eyes, and I wish I could get closer to him. “I love you, Coen,” I choke out.
I can’t stop myself from wincing when Coen pulls out of me, already feeling the loss of him. Rather than lingering on that, I pull my dress back down, waiting for him to get his clothes sorted.
Then, hand in hand, we walk back inside.
