Page 52 of Her Greatest Adventure

“Say it again.”

I heave a breath and slowly lick my lips. I drag my fingers to his mouth, pressing my thumb into his bottom lip.

“Say what again, old man?”

The next few seconds move quickly. Suddenly, my feet are hitting the sand, and Cooper’s standing in front of me, his hands firmly holding my shoulders. That playful gleam in his eyes is gone, replaced now by something heavy and daring. It’s a look that demands respect.

“Get on your knees.”

Excitement bubbles in my blood. “Yes, sir.”

Falling to my knees before him, I let my hands wander over his legs and up over his hips and waist. He’s so hard all over, so firm, like he must work out every single day, yet he hasn’t been to the gym once since we’ve been together.

He towers over me like this, all that thick male energy and confidence raining down on me. My eyes are level with the bulge in his swim trunks, and I tug at the waistband, glancing up for permission.

A firm hand smooths the hair at the top of my head before looping it around a fist and pulling just enough to tilt my head back.

“You’re going to suck my cock, Adalyn, and then you’re going to swallow my cum and let it wash that fucking name out of your mouth. Do you understand?”

I don’t bother with words.

With a stifled moan, I tear down his shorts and watch in awe as his cock comes into view. My mouth waters as I take in the hard length of him and then whisper a broken “Fuck” at the metal gleaming up the shaft.

The last person in the world I expected to have a dick piercing was Cooper. But it’s right there. And there isn’t just one. There are three. A Jacob’s fucking ladder.

My heart skips too many beats as I reach out a cautious hand and wrap my fingers around him. He’s too big for them to touch completely, but by the sharp intake of breath above me, he doesn’t seem to mind. I stroke him a single time, my grip firm.

“If I knew all it would take to get you to stop arguing would be to drop my shorts, I would have done that days ago,” he mutters, using his grip on my hair to guide me forward until my lips brush the drop of liquid on his tip.

I keep my eyes on his as I lick it off, making a show of moaning at the taste of him. “Will I hurt you? I’ve never done this with anyone with these piercings.”

“Just keep your fangs to yourself,” he murmurs, stroking his knuckles down the side of my face before pinching my chin and forcing my lips open. “Now, suck.”

I lean forward and take him in my mouth. Slowly at first, just swirling my tongue over the head, lapping at the cum he can’t seem to stop leaking. Knowing that he wants me as badly as I want him has my eyes trying to roll back in my head.

His grip on my hair tightens as he inches closer, forcing me to take more, until the first set of silver balls pass my lips. I breathe through my nose and push further, only stopping when he hits my throat.

“That’s it. You can take more,” he groans, breathing harshly.

I can, and I make damn sure that I do. Not for his pleasure—not entirely—but for mine. It took far too long to learn how to push past my gag reflex, and what good is that skill if I don’t use it on a cock as nice as Cooper’s?

Resting my hands on his hips, I look up and meet his dark stare as I push forward, taking him into my throat. I dig my fingers into the sides of his ass cheeks as I reach the final set of piercings and then move back, sucking on the tip of him before starting my descent again.

Complete, unabashed pleasure ricochets across his features, and it makes me preen, knowing I’ve made him feel so good. It’s an addictive feeling, and I know immediately that I want to feel it again. Multiple times, if possible. The praise whore inside of me rears her head and bellows with pride.

“Fuck,” he hisses when my nose bumps his pelvis, and I whimper, rubbing my thighs together.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a puddle on the sand beneath me. My breasts hang heavy, nipples hard, begging for his touch.

Pulling off his dick, I lick the tip and hum, letting the vibrations travel down his shaft. “You’re not being very quiet, you know.”

His face tightens, throat bobbing with a heavy swallow. “I wasn’t expecting you to be able to deep-throat me like it brings you pleasure to do so.”

“It does bring me pleasure, Cooper,” I purr, cupping his balls, rolling them softly. “But do you know what I would love even more?”

“Shit. What?”

“For you to fill my mouth.”

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