Page 91 of Cook

Cook smirked as my hips lowered back onto the wedge. Looking down my body at him, my breathing stopped almost completely. Hispants hung on his hipbones, the deep V and happy trail leading to the bulge in his boxer briefs. A wet spot darkened the gray material, and my mouth watered.

He reached a finger toward my vagina and slipped it through my wetness. “Perfection.”

As he pushed the briefs and jeans down, his long, thick cock burst free. Shit, it had to be twice the size of that dildo. And while the dildo seemed small, he might rip me in two with that thing.

The head was purple, beading with precum. Veins ran up his red and straining cock. It wanted more.

So did I.

I licked my bottom lip. “Yes, please.”

“All good things to those who wait.” He stood between my thighs, so close.

But he didn’t shove it inside. Instead, he dragged two fingers through my juices and stroked the length of him. More slick precum beaded on his tip, and I let out a little moan.

My neck hurt from craning it to see what was happening, but I didn’t fucking care. All I needed was his length to fill me to the brim, to pound inside, and to drive me into madness. Or away from it. Whatever. I didn’t care. My need consumed me whole.

“Daddy, please?” I begged.

He let go of his cock and scooted the wedge toward him, then he hooked his hands on my thighs just below my hips. When he pulled me forward, my shoulders lifted from the bed and my whole body swung from the restraints, mostly suspended. If he removed the wedge, I could easily swing back and forth from my tethers.

“Good,” he said, and I heard the crinkle of a wrapper.

He slipped a condom on his cock, hiding the natural color and the veins. The beauty of his male form, something I wanted to capture in a photograph, was gone.

Stepping up to me, Cook thumped his cock against my pussy, and I hissed as he lined up the tip with my channel. My walls twitched, readying my body for him. His fingers and tongue were different than this. The men who raped me rarely used their fingers but wielded theirdicks like weapons. But right now, we met each other’s gazes.

Theyweren’t there.

This was Cook and me.

He slid forward, at the same time dragging me onto his cock. I flinched, bearing down on him, and he stopped. A vein in his neck throbbed. “Relax.”

I wasn’t sure I could, not even after the last two orgasms had me loose and needy. My stomach twisted. I was thinking too much. I wanted him.

“It’s going to hurt if you remain this tense.”

Good. I only nodded.

Then he drove into me hard, pushing away my lower lips and splitting me wide open. Pain slashed across my body. Hot lava seeped through my veins.

Once Cook was deep in me, he pinched my hips. His body and mine were joined. At long last. He had me splayed open, and I’d take whatever he gave. I would bend however he liked, twist and never snap.

“Oh God, Daddy, yes.” I panted and my body tried to adjust to him.

He looked down at me, dragging his eyes across my skin. Fire ignited across my skin in the trail of his gaze. He lingered long on my scars, and I fought not to shudder while he was inside of me. A small growl echoed from him, rumbling his cock deep inside of me. His balls rested on my ass.

“Adjust, Maddie,” said Cook through clenched teeth.

I didn’t move a muscle. I wasn’t comfortable, but I wanted him however he wanted me.

“Maddie,” urged Cook.

But I still didn’t move.

Suddenly, he pulled my hips toward him. My lower back no longer touched the wedge, and he dragged it from beneath my body. We were still connected, my body hovering over the bed, only held up by the straps and his strong hands.

“Ah, shit.” I whimpered.

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