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“Get a move on, baby,” he ordered.
I hastily started to take my leotard off, cursing myself for gaining weight over the last two months.
Without a chef here to cook us decent meals, we’d relied a lot on fast food and processed food, meaning I’d gained a wee bit of weight. Making my already tight clothes even tighter.
I had my leotard down to my waist when Coffey ran out of patience.
Helping me now, he had it down to my ankles in literally a few seconds.
Next to go was my bra, leaving me buck naked in front of him.
His eyes gleamed, and I chanced my first good look at his cock.
A cock that was now sheathed in a condom and looked angry at the neglect.
I reached forward, but before I could close my hand around him, he caught my wrist and said, “No.”
I must’ve pouted in some way because he chuckled and said, “Patience, young grasshopper. I’m trying not to blow my load before we’ve even gotten started.”
Okay, well, if that was the case, I’d obey.
But next time…
I stepped up on the toilet lid and fell into his arms.
He caught me, pinned me to the only free wall without anything on it in the tiny bathroom, then eased me down on him.
How he knew I could take his big cock so fast, I didn’t know, but I was too busy feeling the way he filled me to question him.
The gasp that left my throat had him stilling.
I dug my nails into his shoulders unintentionally, urging him on. “Please don’t stop.”
He started to move again, his hands now digging into my ass, where he held me aloft.
Vaguely I hoped that the bruises on my ass would be hidden by my uniform, otherwise I’d have to ask one of my sisters to cover them up with some makeup, and I’d never hear the end of it.
If I had to, I’d go to Zip. She was the one that was least likely to give me a lecture on how I barely knew the man and how I didn’t know what I was doing.
Regardless of if I barely knew Coffey, there was something about him that was different. Something about him that I wanted to experience over and over again until forever.
He moved his cock, pulling out deliciously slow, causing his cockhead to drag along certain spots inside of me that sent zings down my spine.
“Are you with me, baby?” he asked.
I opened my eyes and stared straight into his, feeling that last ounce of my soul become his.
He didn’t know it yet, but he owned me.
I’d already partially been his when I’d left him behind, but now that he’d followed me? Now that he was here, and I was with him, and for the first time in two months, I didn’t feel like stealing the van and driving right back to him? Well, those last few ounces of my being that’d belonged to me were now well and totally his.
He had no clue what was in store for him.
“I’m with you,” I said into those crazy, beautiful eyes.
With his eyes on mine, he pulled out and pushed back in, doing it slowly, allowing me to feel every single inch of him there was to feel.
I groaned at the way he was building me up. Whether he was meaning to or not, I was so totally gone for him it wasn’t even funny. That included my body. He could do what he wanted to it, and I’d obey only because I couldn’t stop myself from doing his bidding.
If he wanted me to come? Well, there I went exploding.
“You’re tightening around me,” he murmured, twisting his hips from side to side. “You close, baby?”
You close, baby?
Those words, that tone of his voice. Rawr.
“I’m teetering on the edge,” I whimpered, unable to stop the shakiness of my voice. “I feel like I need…”
He didn’t let me finish.
In one smooth, perfectly executed move, he had me on my feet and turned around, bent over the toilet.
And before the whimper of emptiness could leave my throat, he was pushing his way back inside like he’d never been gone.
I saw stars. Literal and figurative stars.
It took me short seconds to get back to the breaking point, and this time, I dipped right over the side, no “something” needed.
He groaned when I started to come apart around him, my pussy clamping down tight on his cock.
The pulsing of my walls around him made him curse as if he was trying to hold off and couldn’t because of what my body was doing.
With a growl of defeat, he followed behind me, grabbing my hips and holding on tight as he fucked his way through the orgasm that’d overtaken him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuckkk,” he murmured quietly under his breath.
I still heard him, and the smile that graced my lips could’ve been construed as ‘cat that ate the canary.’
