Page 66 of Deserving Cora
Cora grinned at him. “Fine. Whatever.Afteryou fuck me,” she ordered.
The smile faded from his face as Pipe finally,finally, began to take her harder.
She drove her hips up to meet each of his thrusts, and the sound of their skin slapping together was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Before she knew it, Pipe was pounding her hard and fast, and it felt amazing. Each time he bottomed out, there was a small pinch of pain, but it all added to the experience.
“Gonna come,” he warned, still holding himself up over her. “Gonna fill you with my come and watch it leak out between those puffy pussy lips, then do it all over again.”
“Do it,” Cora breathed, egging him on. She wasn’t close to a second orgasm, but she couldn’t wait to see him lose it. She’d never seen anything sexier than Pipe hovering over her, her legs spread around his thighs as he took her.
He grunted, then shoved himself so far inside her body, Cora squeaked. He snarled loudly as he came.
But instead of collapsing on her, as she expected, Pipe sat up. He shoved her legs farther apart, stayed buried inside her pussy, and began to thumb her clit.
“Pipe!” she exclaimed as the orgasm that seemed so out of reach crested quickly.
He was staring at where they were joined, concentrating on giving her pleasure, and it was almost overwhelming. She’d never had a guy so intent on making sure she came. She would’ve been happy with the orgasm he’d given her earlier.
“That’s it. Come on my cock. I can feel your muscles fluttering around me and it’s indescribable. Let go, love, let me feel it.”
Between one breath and the next, Cora broke. She felt as if she was flying and the only thing holding her to Earth was her grip on Pipe’s arms. Her thighs shook as she tried to pump her hips on Pipe’s cock, but he was holding her so tightly, she couldn’t move. All she could do was feel. She had no idea how long her orgasm lasted, but when she finally came back to herself and looked at Pipe, his gaze was still locked between her legs. She could feel wetness leaking down the crack of her ass.
“Look at us,” he whispered when he realized she was back with him.
Lifting her head, Cora looked down and inhaled sharply.
Pipe’s half-hard cock was still buried deep inside her body, her pussy lips stretched around him. Their pubic hair was meshed together, and his tattooed thighs pushed her legs apart. It was carnal and erotic, and made her squirm in his hold.
He looked up at her face and smiled. He rolled suddenly, his cock slipping out of her as they moved. Cora sat perched on top of him, his cock between their bodies, wet with their combined juices, peeking out from between her swollen and slightly sore pussy.
“I can feel our come on my cock,” he said.
Cora never would’ve guessed this man was a dirty talker. But she liked it. A lot.
“That’s what happens when you don’t use a condom,” she said with a shrug.
He frowned. “You’ve done that before?”
“Well, no. But I read.”
The smile returned. He craned his head down to look at his chest, where she’d given him the hickey.
“Sorry?” Cora said with a small smirk.
“No, you aren’t. But turnabout’s fair play,” he said—a second before he lifted himself up and latched onto the skin next to her nipple.
Cora squealed and tried to shift away from him, but his grip on her was absolute. She wasn’t going anywhere. She giggled and laughed as he sucked on her skin. When he pulled back, a satisfied look spread across his face as he stared at what he’d done.
“Good Lord, Pipe. That’s gonna leave a huge mark,” she complained.
“Yup,” he agreed.
“I guess I forgot to tell you that my skin is sensitive,” she said with a laugh. “I sunburn easily. When I get bitten by bugs, I get the worst welts. I think that hickey is gonna be there until I’m old and gray.”
“Good. If it wears away, I’ll leave another,” Pipe told her.
“You’re impossible.”
“No, I like my mark on you. Just as I like your mark on me.”
