Page 69 of Bound by Family
“Is that so?” she taunts, rising gracefully slow to her feet. “Maybe I want to suck you off.” She brings her fingers to my lips, tracing them seductively.
“Don’t give a fuck. My dick. Your pussy. Now.”
Hell, I’ve resorted to only short sentences as I slip the condom on my painful cock.
She falls to the bed, and I follow right behind her, kissing her. In only seconds, my cock is inside her, and her back arches as she tries to pull away, but I hold on tight. I have one mission here … Okay two, and I will succeed in both.
She spreads her legs apart, and my cock bottoms out inside of her as I hit her pelvic bone over and over. Her body trembles, and she’s right there, right on the brink. I slow, and her eyes flash up to me, anger lighting them.
“What are you doing? Move!”
I move my hands to each side of her face, making sure I have her full attention. All the while, my thrusts are leisurely.
“You my ol’ lady?” With the question, I push in hard and still.
“Cooper!” she cries, but it’s not good enough. Not loud enough.
I go slow again, building her up.
“Answer me.” I push in hard again and still. Her pussy clenches around me, and my balls draw up. Holding off the release is difficult, but manageable.
“Please?” Bristyl whimpers.
“Answer.” Another slam and still.
When her eyes come up to mine, there’s a shine in them that isn’t desire.
“I’m yours, Cooper. Ol’ lady—whatever. I’m yours.”
Music to my ears.
I lean down, kiss her, and then make sure she screams my fucking name loud enough that everyone knows she’s mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
BRISTYL
The moment we pulled up to the home, we knew it was ours. Only taking about a day to get all the paperwork signed, Cooper bought—yes, bought—a ranch-style, three-bedroom, two-bath, with a full basement house about a mile from the clubhouse.
We argued a bit about not buying, but renting. Yet, he won.
Now that I stand in the living room, with a cream carpet and windows along one wall that go from floor to ceiling, I’m in love. The view is remarkable because it butts up to some woods, and there is an acre and a half around us. In my mind, I picture Cooper and me lying on a couch, just watching the woods. Calm. Peaceful. Happy.
I don’t know how he got the paperwork done so fast, but what does it matter at this point? The thing that sucks is furnishing this place. Leaving everything back home, I thought I’d get some thrift store finds, but this house is so beautiful, I don’t know if I can find the right pieces.
I already texted Leah, giving her pictures of each room. She started planning right away. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that there was no way we are designing our kitchen in a fifties diner theme. She can plan, though. It’ll keep her busy, then I’ll break it to her.
Cooper wraps his arms around my body, pulling me tightly to him. “Saw the way you looked at this place when we walked in. You loved it immediately, no hesitation at all. Now it’s yours.”
“Ours.” The one word holds so much meaning to me.
“Yeah, beautiful, ours. You plannin’ on paintin’ the walls pink?”
“And if I said yes?” I quirk my brow in question, curious as to how he’ll answer.
“I’ll go buy the paint.”
I slap his chest playfully, getting a sexy laugh from him. “No, I like the slate color on the walls. It brings out the rock in the fireplace. But I would like to put a fresh coat on the place, just to make it ours.”
