Page 58 of Out for Blood

“I got it when I was 21,” I smiled down at him as he placed a kiss on my ankle, moving his way up between my legs. I bit my bottom lip as I watched him make his way up to my pussy. He pushed my thighs apart, his mouth over it. I grabbed his hair, twisting my fingers through it as I relished the feel of his tongue diving between my folds, licking a pathway up to my clit. Cooper moved his arms under my thighs and lifted me up off the bed a little.

My head was pushed further into the pillow as he lavished me with his attention. Would I ever tire of this? Hell fucking no. My hips began to buck against him as my clit throbbed with my oncoming release. He slipped two fingers into my core. I let out a deep moan that I knew they would have heard out in the clubhouse, but I didn’t care.

“Fuck, Sher,” he groaned into my thigh as he slid another finger into me. “You’re killing me.”

“Need you,” I grunted. “Now, fuck me, Cooper.”

He didn’t need any more prompting, kneeling between my legs and positioning his hard cock at my entrance, he pushed into me with one thrust.

My eyes rolled into the back of my skull as the feel of him stretching me had my body screaming for release. I fisted the pillows beside my head as he moved in and out of me excruciatingly slowly.

“Cooper, I swear to god if you don’t make me cum in the next five seconds, I’m going to flip you under me and ride you like a damn cowgirl.”

He chuckled at my impatience as I tried to move up to meet his thrusts but he edged just out of the way, like this was a damn game. The frustration was next level, which made no sense since we’d been having non-stop sex.

“I’d like to see that,” he said, his voice a touch deeper.

I groaned, twisting my legs around the backs of his thighs and somehow, I managed to get him on his back on the bed. I moved down his body, my hair splaying out over his chest as I took his cock into my mouth. I tasted myself on him, moaning as I took him until his head hit the back of my throat. I kept him there until my gag reflex dissipated, and I began to stroke his cock with my mouth.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his hips moving to meet my face. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it up as a makeshift hair tie so he could watch me suck his cock. I’d always hated doing this to Neal. He had been so forceful, always making me gag and choke on him. He didn’t have the length or girth that Cooper did, and yet Cooper made mewantto do this. He gave me the gentle guidance and encouragement that I was doing it right to make him crumble, while also letting me go at my pace. He appreciated what I was doing rather than using my mouth as another hole to fill.

“Sheridan,” he groaned. “As much as I want you to keep going, I need you on top of me.”

I gave his cock one last suck and moved up his chest, straddling his hips as I grabbed his well lubricated cock and slid down onto it with precision. It almost felt like he was bigger as I slid down from above him, sitting there, unmoving for a moment until I felt I could move again.

“Jesus,” he swore under his breath. His hands moved to my breasts, tweaking my nipples as I began to ride him slowly, his cock hitting places I didn’t even know existed inside of me. I placed my hands on his pecs, leaning on his chest as I moved my ass up and down his cock. His hands moved to my hips, one hand moving up and spanking my ass. The sting had me crying out as new waves of pleasure rolled through me.

“Again,” I begged him.

He did it, again, and then on the other ass cheek. One hand held my hip, his fingers burying into my flesh as his other hand moved to my clit. I screamed out in pleasure as my pussy took on a mind of its own, my hips bucking against him. His finger didn’t relent on my clit as I dug my nails into his chest. My orgasm ripped through my body, my hips bucking out, wave after wave. My head swirled as the blood rushed out of it, my eyes blurring at the intensity of my orgasm. Cooper took over as I felt my legs slowly start to work again. He moved out of me, his cock still hard as stone, and positioned me on the bed laying face down. His hands moved to my back, pushing into my muscles, and I moaned so deeply, I was sure they heard me in Australia. His hands moved down to my ass, spanking me. The loud crack against my skin had me arching my back, my ass tingling from the contact. Moaning into his quilt, I squirmed beneath him. He used his foot to kick out my ankles, widening my legs before he picked up my hips, and pushed into me from behind.

Oh sweet fucking Lord in heaven.

The grunt I heard from behind me told me he was feeling the same way I was. One hand snaked around to my throat and he lifted me up so I was pulled back against his chest. His hips moved slowly at first, until I could feel my feet again. He squeezed my throat lightly, and I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as he pushed his cock so deep into me that I felt his balls push at my entrance.

“I could do this all day, every day with you, Sher,” he whispered in my ear. His breath was on the side of my face, in my hair, his fingers firm on my throat, as I felt his cock deep inside of me.

I was his.

The very idea of being Cooper Malone’s was enticing enough as it was, but to actually be his, it was something more intense. God, it had my pussy throbbing, desperate for more. His other hand moved around to my clit and began to lavish me with small, soft and slow circles over my engorged bud. My legs shuddered as he picked up his pace, his cock slamming into me from behind. I leaned over on the bed, holding myself up with my arms as he powered into me.

I felt when his cock got thicker right before I felt his hand come to my hip, digging his fingertips into my flesh and pumping into me, filling me from behind.

We fell onto the bed together, completely spent. Our breathing was the only sound in the room, as he pulled me onto him, my head resting on his chest.

I kissed his chest, looking over at his almost completely tattooed chest and seeing something that caught my eye. My head shot up and I looked down at the tattoo just over his heart.

Sheridan.

“You have my name tattooed on you.”

He smiled, closing his eyes, and leaning his head on his hand, as if he had no other place to be but here.

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Why?” he asked me. “You don’t like it?”

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