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I place my hands behind me, grab hold of my ankles, and look up at him, meeting his eyes before opening my mouth in deliberate provocation.
“God…fuck, that’s hot.”
He wastes no time in feeding me his cock, grabbing my ponytail to tilt my face upward to his desired angle and lighting my scalp up where his grip pulls my hair.
His cock is huge, much like the man himself, and I gag as he goes deep, hitting the back of my throat.
“Hell, yeah,” he mutters again, thickly this time. His gaze glitters down at me in the shadows of the gazebo. “So pretty, baby. Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl. Relax your jaw for me…”
I make a noise, something between a whine and a moan. His hand pulling my ponytail and his dirty talk has me creaming my panties…my pussy aches to be touched, to be filled. My hand jerks, and I bring both around to my front, diving into my sweatpants to rub feverish circles against my clit.
“Oh, you dirty, greedy girl,” Cope says. “Stop playing with your pussy, baby. That’s mine.” To drive his point home, he pulls almost all of the way out of my mouth, then shoves his cock back in, fast and hard. He fucks my face almost brutally until I put my hands back where they’re supposed to be.
I guess he doesn’t realize Ilikethe roughness.
Eyelids half-shut, I watch his dick punching in and out of my mouth, my eyes tearing at the bruising force. He pulls my hair, gaining my attention. “Look up here at me, pretty baby.” I stare up at him obediently, knowing my submission is responsible for the impossible hardening of his cock in my mouth.
“I want to fuck your pussy, baby,” he continues after a moment, pulling out of my mouth. “Take those pants off and climb on my dick like a good girl.”
He sits on one of the benches that line the gazebo walls and watches, his hand stroking his cock, as I wipe my mouth and then push my pants and panties down, kicking them aside along with my flip flops when they reach my ankles.
When I straddle his lap, his mouth latches on to one aching nipple and his hands go to my waist. He sucks the crest to a painful sensitivity, then lifts me a few inches and lowers me in one firm stroke onto his hard length.
I cry out at the sensation of his length filling me, impossibly full, impossibly big. Without waiting for me to adjust, he lifts me up and slams me down again. “Hands behind you,” he bosses, eyes fixed greedily on my chest as I reach back and grab hold of his knees. “Yesss,” he murmurs. “Bounce on my dick, baby.”
I obey, turning it into a show because I know that’s what he wants. Cope talks while he’s having sex just like he does in every other area of his life—constantly. His dirty talk game is strong, ramping up my efforts. His riveted gaze, the low litany of filthy words pouring from his lips, the hard grip of his hands on my hips…it all tells me how much he likes what he’s seeing. What I’m giving him.
And I love it.I feel like a goddess, powerful in unleashing every beautiful, forbidden desire, embracing it all with arms thrown wide. I feel seen. Wanted…no, adored…for exactly who I am.
After my last relationship with my former uptight boyfriend, it’s exactly what I need.
All of my men are perfect for me.
Cope’s hand slips around to palm and squeeze my ass cheek, and then slips between my cheeks to probe at my dark hole. I gasp and go still as a sharp thrill of pleasure sparks straight to my core, and I clench on both his finger and cock involuntarily. He laughs, low and wicked. “You like that, don’t you, baby?”
Oh, God, do I.
I nod. I’ve never been fucked there before, but his finger is setting off an entirely different set of fireworks from those his cock in my pussy is sparking.
“One day,” he continues, his other hand coming up to pinch my nipple, “I’m going to fuck you there while you ride one of my friend’s dicks.”
Oh, fuck.
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
I come hard, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders with nails that promise to leave marks, and my pussy convulsing at his dirty promise. I ride him, chasing the aftershocks shamelessly with wanton enthusiasm.
“Shit,” he says, moving his hands to grab my hips again. “Fuck—” He brings me down hard against him, then raises me up and slams me down again. He pumps up and into me, once, twice…three times before coming with a shout. I feel the warm gush of his cum inside me as he rocks us both to completion, and finally spent, bury my face against his chest, breathing hard. His arms wrap against me, pulling me tight to him.
“God. Damn,” he says after several minutes go by, his voice muffled by my hair. “Holy fuck, Neve.”
I giggle, the sound fading into a sigh, and when he tips my chin up to kiss me sweet and tender, I go willingly, easily into that light.
For a few minutes, at least, I can pretend that this paradise is all that exists, that my sunshine spreads beyond the bay.
But only for a few minutes.
Twenty-Four
