Page 65 of Deserving Cora
Everything about Pipe’s words made Cora’s entire body tingle. It was hard to believe this man was real. There was a chance that once the heat of the moment calmed down, once their lust was sated, he’d regret what he’d said. But Cora didn’t think so.
“I can’t imagine a better father for my child,” she whispered.
In response, Pipe reached down, took his cock in his tattoo-covered fingers—which was hot as hell—and ran the head up and down her slit. Cora opened her legs wider.
The next thing she knew, he was balls deep inside her. He stretched her as no man ever had, and the small bite of pain made her arousal ramp up even more.
“Okay?” he asked between clenched teeth.
“More!” she begged.
Pipe grinned and shifted, until he was impossibly deeper inside her. His hair fell over his forehead as he braced himself and stared at where they were joined.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” Cora breathed.
She expected him to start thrusting, but instead he held himself still over and inside her.
“Pipe?” She grinned.
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?Move.”
“Can’t.”
“What? Why not?” she asked, suddenly concerned. She had a crazy vision of them having to call for help, and the paramedics coming into the room and finding him locked inside of her for some reason.
“Because this is the most amazingly perfect thing I’ve ever felt in my life, and I don’t want it to end. You’re so bloody hot. And wet. And you’re squeezing me so hard, I feel as if I move a muscle, I’m gonna blow.”
Cora relaxed. Thank goodness nothing was wrong. “You feel good too,” she said, the words completely inadequate for what she was feeling, but she didn’t have the brain space to come up with better praise at the moment.
Pipe stared at her as he pulled his hips back slowly, then sank back inside her.
They both moaned.
He did that a couple of times, and while it felt good, Cora needed more.
“Harder, Pipe.”
He ignored her, choosing instead to torture her with his slow, measured thrusts.
In retaliation, Cora dug her fingernails into his butt. He simply grinned down at her in response.
“Love your claws, love. Go ahead, make your mark on me.”
Narrowing her eyes, trying to think of what she could do to hurry him up, Cora’s gaze landed on his pec. As he held himself over her with his arms, his chest muscles undulated with his steady thrusts. An impulse grabbed her, and she acted.
Lifting herself to her elbows, she latched onto his chest with her mouth, right above his nipple, and sucked as hard as she could.
That seemed to work. Pipe grunted. Then Cora felt his hand at the back of her head, supporting her as she did her best to give him the biggest hickey he’d ever had in his life.
To her delight, his controlled thrusts became more erratic. By the time she thought she’d sufficiently marked him, at his request, and dropped her head back to the pillow, his thrusts had sped up exponentially.
He looked down and smiled at seeing the red bruise on his chest.
“Better than any tattoo. Maybe I’ll go and get it immortalized in ink.”
