Page 43 of Bound by Family
“The whole way here, I kept tellin’ myself I need to go slow.” This declaration shocks me. “Can’t, beautiful. I’ve had a raging hard-on since I saw you in that laundromat. There’s no waiting and no being gentle.”
My heart thumps hard as it pumps blood throughout my body.
“I just want you,” I whisper as he presses his lips to mine.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
COOPER
Going slow isn’t an option. I thought I could pull it off, but I was kidding myself. I have wanted this woman for weeks now. She’s all I think about, dream about, and long to talk to. She has a beauty that is unprecedented. Combined with her quirkiness and the way she makes me laugh, she’s an intoxicating woman.
I flip her so she lies beneath me, and she moves her hands to the back of my shirt, sliding under the fabric. My body trembles at the contact.
She’s never looked more beautiful than this moment, splayed beneath me with desire bright in her eyes. Lucky doesn’t even cut it. The fact that I’m here and not some other schmuck is a godsend. She’s too damn good to be true, but feeling her beneath me, she is.
When I trail kisses down her jaw and neck, Bristyl’s hips grind up into me, only making my already painfully hard cock jump and twitch to get out. Then I reach down and pull her T-shirt up, exposing just a patch of skin, then more and more, until it’s off her body completely. The light pink lace bra is sexy as fuck and makes me wonder if Bristyl is innocent. She seems shy, but not to the point I’d call her a virgin. If she is, I hope she says something.
Reaching behind her, I unclasp the bra and pull it from her plump breasts. The light pink tips of her areolas beg for me. Leaning down and taking a pebbled tip in my mouth, her back bows as she gasps. With my other hand, I massage her other breast, squeezing and pinching the tip, alternating my mouth on each of them. The softness of her skin makes my dick turn to stone.
She threads her hands through my hair, gripping it tightly. I fucking love that. It’s one of my biggest turn-ons.
I move to unbuckle her jean shorts, but she beats me to it, tugging them off roughly and tossing them, along with her panties, to the floor. I fully admit, one hundred and ten percent, I’m a pussy man. I can feast on one for hours and never get enough. With Bristyl’s pink lips staring back at me, there is nothing stopping me.
Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and tangy, a drug. Yes, one taste, and it should be classified as an illegal substance to everyone, but me.
“Oh, Cooper!” she yells, her hands back in my hair as I grip her thighs and eat—licking, nipping, and sucking.
Her nub calls to me, and I wrap my lips around the hard flesh, sucking hard as she screams and explodes on my face. I don’t stop, not even when her hips buck so hard it threatens to knock me back. Working her down, I then lift my head to watch her pant for breaths, her eyes closed with ecstasy written all over her. Fucking beautiful.
Standing up, I strip and grab the condom out of my wallet. It’s the only one I have, which really sucks, but now is not the time to focus on that.
I put it on quickly before climbing back on the bed and pulling her up to straddle me, her eyes flashing open.
“I want you to ride me. Show me what my bike did for you.”
A sexy as hell smirk spreads across her lips. “You sure you want that,” she teases, tracing my pec with her finger, and then down my abs.
“Fuck yeah.”
“You asked for it.” She lifts then ever so slowly wraps her warmth around my cock, squeezing the very breath from me. Tight. No, she’s a fucking vice. Maybe I should have loosened her up some more so it doesn’t hurt.
Somehow, she seats herself all the way on my shaft. I wait for her to say it’s painful, yet she doesn’t.
“You’re so big. I feel you everywhere.”
I buck my hips in an aroused response.
She brings her hands to my chest, knees planted on the bed, and she rides. Up and down. Down and up. She circles her hips to the right, then swirls them to the left, and begins this vicious pattern, integrating it with up and down movements. The blaze inside me roars to life. I know for damn sure this isn’t her first time, but I shut that thought right down.
I rise up, our chests flushed, and kiss her hard before rolling us over. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. My hips thrust hard over and over, and she meets me at every movement, making it feel so much better.
“Cooper, I’m coming!” she screams.
Her walls contract around me, making the already tight space suffocating. Her pussy sucks the come from my cock, while my legs strain as I push my cock inside her as far as humanly possible, all thoughts of breathing gone. Then we still together.
This connection is life altering. It’s everywhere. Her. Me. Us. It’s so incredibly strong that it shakes me to my core.
Falling to the side, my cock slips out of her. I scoop her panting body into my arms and hold her as tightly as I possibly can. Nothing in the world exists in this moment. Nothing. Only Bristyl and me. Only this connection we share. I have never felt closer to a person, not ever.
