Page 18 of Interception

“Fuck me, Coop.”

“Now who’s a veritable Shakespeare?” He meets my gaze with a dark delight that makes every muscle in my body tighten in anticipation.

“Condoms. Nightstand drawer.”

“I doubt you have any that are my size, beautiful.”

“I’m sure you can find an extra small in there.” He laughs as he reaches for the handle.

“You’re about to get a spanking rather than a good fuck. You know fine well that an XXXL is a snug fit.”

“I must have forgotten. Guess you’ll have to remind me.”

“And here I thought fucking your mouth would’ve been reminder enough.” He roots around in the drawer, leaving me waiting.

“Nope. My pussy definitely needs a repeat performance to solidify your legacy.”

“Fuck!”

“What?”

“There are no condoms in there. Please tell me there’s a box in your bathroom?”

“You must have a few in your wallet?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was going to buy some in the john at the club. I was too distracted by you and your texting to think about anything else and forgot.”

“Have you ever had an STD?”

“No. You?”

“No. Are you clean? Do you get tested regularly?”

“Yes and yes.”

“Me, too, and I’m on the pill, so fuck me now. I’m not waiting for you to go to the store.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now, fuck me before I change my mind.” He grabs me around the waist and flips me onto my front.

“Get up on all fours, Zee.” His lips caress my ear as his cock rests heavily against my ass. “If you want to feel how big I am, then I better make sure you get it good and deep… and hard.” Holy shit. His voice is an aphrodisiac in and of itself. I do as he asks, grinding my hips up to tease him in the process.

“Is this when I get that spanking you were talking about?”

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

I shoot him a glance over my shoulder. “Hell of a way to go.”

He slaps my ass with enough force to sting, at the same time slamming his cock inside of me in one hard thrust. It’s fucking glorious, skin to skin. Condoms are great and all, but oh my God, having Coop ride me bareback is such a turn-on I can barely breathe. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he steadies me, taking and claiming my body, driving me wild as he grinds into me.

“Jesus Christ, you feel good. So fucking warm and wet for me. Let me hear you, beautiful. Still want to make jokes about my cock?”

“Coop. Oh God! Harder.” His free hand runs the length of my spine, his warm and calloused palms sending shivers through every nerve ending in my body.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Every thrust of his hips is a delicious torture in this position, his balls stroking my clit every time he sinks to the hilt. I grab the pillow, screaming into it as I’m slammed into an intense orgasm, writhing as he continues to set a punishing rhythm, chasing his release.

When he crashes over the edge with me, he rears up, roaring my name. We collapse in a sweaty tangle of limbs, breathing heavily as the realization sinks in—he just fucked me bareback because I begged him to.

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