Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
She couldn’t think. All of those voices that nagged at her fled entirely as Cooper speared her with his tongue. He ate at her pussy, drawing one side of her labia into his mouth and then the other, sucking and licking and worrying her clit with his tongue. She thought she would survive it, but she found herself moving with him, seeking more. The shy part of her was utterly muted, and she found a fierce pleasure she’d never felt before.
“More,” Cooper groaned against her tender flesh. “Give me more. I swear if my hands weren’t tied, they would be digging into your sweet ass, pulling you down on me.”
She had zero idea how the man was breathing, but in that moment, she didn’t care. He was telling her what he wanted, and she gave it to him. She seated herself on that talented tongue of his and rode him. Moving in an instinctive rhythm, she rolled her hips and found the perfect spot. His tongue went deep and something…probably his nose…rubbed against her clit. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the magnificent flood of pleasure invading her veins.
She felt alive. So fucking alive.
“Baby,” Cooper was saying against her skin. “Baby, please. I’m dying. Please fuck me. I’ll beg all you like. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning and rub your feet before we go into the office, just please put that gorgeous pussy close to my dick and I swear I’ll do all the work.”
Oh, she liked it when that man begged. A languid pleasure still pulsed through her, but she worked up the will to move down his body. Now she understood what she’d done wrong the first time. She’d been wet but not entirely ready. Sex wasn’t merely about her pussy. Her mind was ready. Her soul was ready.
She felt like a new person, like some part of her had just been unleashed, and she liked this aspect of herself. She straddled his hips, taking that glorious cock in hand and placing it right where it needed to be.
Cooper’s face was a mask of desire. “Do it, Kala. Ride me.”
She lowered herself onto his cock. Cooper’s moan filled the room as his hips bucked up.
“Understand this, when my hands are free, they’re going to be all over you,” he vowed.
It didn’t scare her the way it would have five minutes before. She wanted his hands on her. They didn’t need the ropes. This wasn’t anything but love and pleasure, and she wasn’t even going to pretend she hadn’t thought the word love. This was love.
She followed his lead, moving her hips in time with his, loving the way he filled her. He stretched her pussy in the most delicious way. There was a sharp edge to it, but she even liked the ache it caused. She rode him, not expecting anything but to watch him find his pleasure. So when she found the perfect spot, she was shocked, but her body took over. She ground down, rubbing that spot deep inside her. Cooper’s jaw clenched, and she felt the moment he came. It sent her over the edge again, the pleasure even more forceful than the last time.
She collapsed on him, not minding the way they were still connected. Sex was messy and sticky and kind of amazing. She lay her head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It was thundering, but hers was already slowing into a peaceful rhythm.
So often she thought she should have simply thrown herself into the deep end, gotten it over with, moved on from him.
In this moment, she was so grateful she hadn’t. No matter what happened, she would have this night to remember.
“Can I say it, Kala?” Cooper asked quietly.
She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t believe it. Not right now. “Not yet.”
“Just so you know I’m thinking it.”
I love you. The words played in her head as she lay there, surrounded by wonder.
Deep in the night, she woke, the dream flashing through her system. It had started with Cooper on top of her and then morphed to the Russian, and she’d looked back and saw a line of hims waiting for their turn.
She shot up and forced herself to breathe.
It was okay. It shouldn’t be surprising she’d had the dream tonight. She wasn’t going to let it ruin what had been a great night. She glanced over, and it looked like she hadn’t woken him.
She eased out of bed. Kala wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t have the dream when she slept with Lou. She had in the beginning, but her bestie would pat her back and talk to her until she got back to sleep, and after a while she simply slept when she was in Lou’s bed.
She picked up Cooper’s shirt and drew it over her head. It came to mid-thigh, so it would work. She would nap in Lou’s room. Then she would sneak back here, and Cooper wouldn’t even have to know.