Page 18 of The Rebel

And when it came to pleasure, I was all fucking ears.

I added another finger, twisting my wrist as I plunged in and again as I pulled out, hitting every angle, giving her the friction she needed. And while my hand had a specific job, my mouth did too. When I flattened my tongue, I swiped it from side to side and pointed it to add more pressure.

Alternating.

Back and forth.

“Oh myGooood.”

Hearing the way she reacted, sensing when she got wetter, observing the movements of her body as her hips began to rock with me—that was how I determined what she needed.

What more I had to give.

How fast, how hard I needed to lick.

And even though Rowan thought this was for her, that I was satisfying her fantasy, this was every bit for me as well.

I wanted her taste.

I wanted her scent.

I wanted her screams filling my ears.

And with my face in this position, I wanted to watch her come.

It only took a few more strikes across her clit before that happened.

When her body was wriggling, shudders rippling across her stomach.

And she was panting, “Yes,” while straining to keep her legs open. Her nails stabbed my skull. “Cooper! Fuck!”

I licked.

I didn’t stop.

Neither did my fingers as they drove in and out of her.

I used both parts of me to send her toward that edge, and once I sensed she’d reached it, I didn’t let up.

I went even faster.

“Ahhh!”

Fuck me, she was a sight.

A vision of pleasure that made me ache as I watched her.

She was practically a stranger—despite my telling her that she knew multiple things about me—so why did I want her this badly?

Why was there this need to see her come again?

Why was I already thinking about the next time I was going to put my tongue here?

My movements slowed when her sounds began to quiet and when her stomach stilled, and I gently pulled my fingers out. Rather than leave her pussy altogether, I kept my lips on her, kissing her folds.

Swallowing some of the wetness and spreading what was left.

Her nails pulled back from stabbing me, and she raked her fingers through my strands, her breathing still loud but steady. “I had no idea it could be like that …”

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