Page 38 of Clinch'd

After it’s a haze, as he leaves the ring and I collapse to my seat beside douche and bury my face in my hands. That was excruciating and while I’m glad Cooper pulled it out, I’m not sure I can ever watch something like that again.

Furthermore, it worries me. Because I’m far more invested than I should be with a random guy I’ve fucked and I’m about to betray.

This is so messed up.

The next duo enters the ring, but I don’t pay much attention, caught in my thoughts as I am until everyone around me shifts and the air vibrates with excitement.

A low roar of chatter rises around me, and I look up just in time to see Cooper standing before me, freshly showered.

He looks amazing and terrible all at once, with his face black and blue. He scans me with a wicked smile, but it fades when he turns to the dude next to me who shrinks into his seat when Cooper leans over him and speaks in a quiet tone.

I can’t hear what he’s saying but it has an impact because douche pales and glances at me furtively before nodding his head. Cooper looks up and meets my eyes with his caramel hue and I think I orgasm on the spot.

The intensity sends a tingle straight to my clit and I take his hand when he holds it out to me before following him down the row where a beefy security guy nods and escorts us back into the bowels of the building.

Cooper tugs me behind him, and I stare at his back with a dazed expression. My entire body feels weightless like I could fly away and it’s with a yearning I’ve never felt before that I wish this was real.

But I refuse to think about the future tonight. Instead, I’m going to revel in his win because fuck me, but he almost didn’t, and it was a brutal fucking show.

We escape into the limo and once the doors are closed, he pulls me into his lap and grabs my hips.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this dress since I saw you in it,” he groans.

“Coop,” I whisper, grinding against his lap.

His liquid eyes raise to mine before he grabs my hair and pulls me to him. With a gasp that fades to a moan, I meet him halfway and slide my tongue against his.

The kiss has me wet and aching. Eventually we pull away, and I touch his face because kissing me had to have hurt but he brushes my hands away and turns me over on the seat.

“I need inside you, now,” he growls, and I whimper, arching into him.

With deft movements, he pulls his dick free while I remove my panties and in the next moment he’s sliding inside.

It’s exquisite. It’s fucking amazing and tears fill my eyes because it feels like so much more then sex.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, pulling back and thrusting in.

“Yes,” I cry, bucking back against him.

“Mm,” he says, pumping into me heavily.

His balls tap my ass, his length stretching me deliciously and with slow deft movements he brings me to the edge. Sensing my need, he grabs my hips and changes his angle just so and I fly.

Pleasure spirals through me so wildly that I scream and over my desperate sounds I hear him grunt before he sinks deep and releases.

When I collapse to the seat, he pulls out and mutters, “Fuck.”

Fuck indeed, I think nonsensically as he drops on top of me with a groan and I whimper, “Your injuries.”

“It’s fine.”

Afterwards, I doze until we arrive at the hotel, and he helps me to right myself before pulling me to the elevator. Sleepily, I lean against him, smiling softly when he pulls me into his arms and wraps me up tight.

When he brings me to his room, I don’t protest, stripping out of my clothes slowly while he watches before he brings me to sweet orgasm again.

The following morning, I wake from a delicious dream and glance around blearily before I remember where I am. Cooper woke me twice more the night before and into the early morninghours. The first time he fucked me slow and sweet and the second like a wild animal.

My core is achy from the abuse, but I don’t regret it because they were the best sexual experiences of my life.

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