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I reached for his dick, held it firm and then slowly slid down.

I was ready, wet and aroused, but i\he was big, and the pressure was a lot. When I was finally fully seated, I took a long breath and rolled my hips, pleasuring myself. He started swearing again.

I braced my hands on his broad chest and lifted myself. Up, and then down, letting that dick fill me up and rub me inside with warm, firm pressure. I shuddered.

I straightened, lifting my hands and holding my breasts. I let my fingers flick my nipples as I lifted and dropped, pleasure spiking from my breasts to my pussy, goose bumps rising on my skin. I moaned, close to losing control myself. Watching the man beneath me, tendons tight and muscles clenched to keep himself in position. Another roll of my hips, and he snapped.

I’d done it. His control was gone. Frantically, he tugged his hands out of the knot on his tie and grabbed my waist. Those powerful arms lifted me up and over onto my back. Then he gripped my wrists, holding my hands down to the bed. He notched himself between my thighs and pressed in. He wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t careful. He was a man pushed to his limits and he pounded into me. The waves of pleasure rippled over my body and I met him thrust for thrust, demanding everything he could give me.

“Close,” I panted.

He gripped both wrists in one hand and moved the other to my clit. It didn’t take long before I screamed as my orgasm rushed over me, racking my body with shudders. I was vaguely aware of Cooper shouting something, and then he collapsed on top of me.

Every cell in my body was relaxed, sated with pleasure. Cooper now had his name on the top two sexual experiences of my life. I couldn’t even remember what the third would have been.

I closed my eyes, letting the aftershocks ripple through as something warm inside made me want to purr. Right now, there was nothing more I wanted.

Chapter25

The final performance

Cooper

That had been…something.

I’d never given up control like that before. There were too many risks. I was the captain of the team, the face of several products, and I carefully managed my brand. People wanted things from me. A piece of my hair, my clothes, even my sperm. I had rules to protect myself and I was never too vulnerable.

I trusted Callie. She was about as far from a jersey chaser as I could get. She didn’t want photos, or stories about how she banged the hockey player. She didn’t want my possessions or my celebrity. All she wanted was golf lessons and orgasms.

I was relaxed in a way I couldn’t remember after I’d fucked someone. She’d taken over and I hadn’t been responsible for her pleasure. She’d focused on me, not so I’d want to fuck her again, but because she wanted to drive me crazy. All I’d had to do was lie back and take it…until it had become too much. Damn, I was surprised how much I liked it.

I also liked a lax and sated Callie lying flat on my bed after screaming, she’d come so hard. I wouldn’t tease her about that because my own throat was a little scratchy and I’d made some noises I wasn’t proud of. Would totally do it again though.

I turned to watch her. Callie’s eyes blinked open, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Did that work for you?” I asked.

A grin crossed her face, something softer and less guarded than I’d seen before. “It’ll do.”

I propped myself up on one elbow. “If you have any complaints, maybe you want to speak to the woman who was in charge.”

She looked up at me. “Someone else took over at the end there.”

Was she upset about that? “Sorry.” Her smile widened, something a little bit dirty in it. I was on board.

“I said I wanted you to lose control. And you did.” She shrugged and my eyes fell to those incredible tits.

I pulled my gaze back up to her face. She was still soft and open, a side few got to see, and it softened something in me. “I’ve never done that.”

That frown between her brows. “No?”

“I don’t trust a lot of people to not take advantage.”

Her eyes widened and then she nodded. “Something we have in common. People suck.”

I snorted. “Yeah, some of them do.”

I felt the tension returning to her body. She was putting her armor back on.

“Do you want to stay?” If that armor was coming on so she’d be ready for me to kick her out, I wanted her to know she didn’t need it yet.

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