Page 20 of The Rebel

Forgiving.

It wasn’t like doggy style, where I could drive in the deepest and it would feel like my dick was hitting the back of her throat.

Here, she could move and adjust herself, stopping me from reaching the end of her.

That was why I stayed just like this.

For now.

Until it was time for round two.

“I have one more request.”

Her voice was something I was beginning to crave.

“What’s that?”

“I want you to come with me. I want my body to make you feel so amazing that you can’t hold your orgasm in for another second.”

The truth was, I wasn’t far. Within a few thrusts, I could easily make that happen. I just hadn’t planned on coming so soon. I had intended to go slow, shift us into another position, drag this out for as long as I could.

“That’s what you want?” I questioned.

“Yes.” She looked at me over her shoulder. “Seeing you vulnerable is going to be so fucking hot.”

“Then, I’ll give you a better view.”

I moved on top of her, straddling her legs around my waist, and bucked my hips forward to show her not only what this position would allow her to see, but also how it would make her feel.

“Oh!” She drew in some air. “Yes!”

I got on my knees, pulling her ass off the bed to guide her toward me, and she sat up halfway, putting her weight on her elbows. I held her lower half against me with one of my arms, and I sank into her cunt, twisting my hips before I pulled out.

As I repeated that motion, I used my other hand to graze her clit.

Her head fell back; her mouth opened. “Daaamn.”

“I want to hear it,” I told her. “I want to hear you scream so loud that the fucking neighbors call the front desk.”

Her next move surprised me. She reached under our legs and cupped my balls, bouncing them against her fingers.

I was already there.

This sent me straight to the peak.

“Fuuuck!” I growled. “Rowan!”

She was coming with me, the crests swaying across her navel, her mouth releasing sounds that I was beginning to know well. “Ahhh!”

The tingles were already through my sac and churning in my shaft, and I was shooting my first load into the condom. As the second wave worked its way through me, her pussy began to tighten around me.

“Daaamn,” I hissed, emptying more of myself into the rubber.

She was moving with me, her hips surging up, screaming, “Cooper,” as though she was about to lose her voice.

And just when my body turned sensitive, hers became still, and I slowed completely, keeping myself buried after I came to a halt.

A smile crossed her mouth, and she pushed herself up even higher, climbing until her arms were resting on my shoulders and our faces were together. She was straddling my lap, and not once during any of the movement had she let me slip out of her.

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