Page 49 of The Rebel

“Ohhhh, that.”

“Yes, that. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my dick when you come.”

I still hadn’t moved.

So, I shouldn’t be anywhere close to that happening, considering I was still sensitive from my last orgasm.

But as I rose toward his tip, the pressure from the way he was hitting me on the inside and the way his thumb was rubbing me on the outside was a naughty combination.

“What are you doing to me, Cooper?”

There was that sound again. The chuckle. The one that was full of ego and confidence, the tone deep and raspy. “You know exactly what I’m doing to you.” He flicked me as I bucked. “And you’re giving it to me … right now.”

The moment the last word left his mouth, I was shuddering.

The orgasm came out of nowhere. I couldn’t control it, even now as the sensations were churning through me, and I realized I couldn’t stop it either.

Here I was, on top of this man, barely beginning to ride him, essentially holding all the power when, in actuality, I held no power at all.

He was doing this to me.

He was causing these feelings.

And I loved it.

“Cooper!”

“Let me fucking hear it.” With our eyes locked, he exhaled against my mouth. “Yes, that’s just what I want.”

He watched while I breathed out his name again.

He watched as my lips stayed open and my chest rose.

He watched as I paused mid-climb, unable to move another inch because the pleasure became too much.

And that was when he took over, thrusting his dick upward, sliding into me, circling, and pulling out, and each time he repeated that pattern, I screamed louder.

I sank my fingers into the back of his hair, tugging the strands that were long enough to grip. “Oh God …”

“That was beautiful.” His voice was still so masculine, but this time, it came out soft and whispery. “You’re giving me everything I want, Rowan.”

The moment my body hushed, I was unable to keep his gaze for even a second longer, and I collapsed around him, feeling like I’d just run several miles.

And while I hugged us together, he left my clit and wrapped an arm across my back, holding me in the most protective way. “Don’t get sensitive on me. We’re not even close to being done.”

I leaned back and cupped his face. “You’re”—I searched for the right word—“insatiable.”

“I just love making you come.”

“Cooper, I don’t think I can again?—”

The laugh entered my ears at the same time he pumped up, his thumb grazing that spot that he’d just finished playing with. “You’re going to say that to me? When I know better? Come on, Rowan. You’re forgetting how many times I’ve done this to you before.”

My head shook, but there was a smile on my lips.

“One more time. For me,” he demanded.

“For the both of us.”

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