His hands, which had been spanning my hips, flexed.
His breath came out in a rush, making my hair shiver due to our closeness.
“Baker…” he started, but I placed my hand over his mouth, kept our foreheads connected, and started to ride him in earnest.
My hips, thighs and ass started to burn—because Jesus Christ, why was that so hard?—as I chased my orgasm.
My breath was sawing in and out of my lungs by the time that I was close to the edge, and I knew in that instant he was just trying to hang on until I’d come.
He’d wait until I finished, then he’d be the gentleman and pull himself out without coming.
Well, fuck that.
I moved my mouth to his ear and started to whisper.
“I’ve come to the thought of your hands on my tits,” I whispered. “Each night, I go and use my mystery gifts. I shove them into my pussy and pretend they’re you. Sometimes, I circle my back entrance, but the big one—the one that you got me knowing it was as big as you are—that one I just tease my asshole with. The idea of you being in my ass intrigues me, but it also scares the hell out of me. You’re so big and thick. There’s no way that you wouldn’t have to spend weeks preparing me for that. But my pussy, that big cock you got me, I’ve been working you into me for weeks. That was on purpose, wasn’t it? You wanted me to come on your cock. You wanted me to get ready for the real thing. You wanted this. Wanted me.”
His arms encircled my body, pulling me close.
I groaned at the new angle, and that’s when I felt it.
The impending orgasm was no longer impending.
It was there, and it was tugging me under.
It was the slowest, sweetest, most intense feeling I’d ever experienced in my life.
“Copper, I’m coming. You’re making me come,” I breathed, my head falling back. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.”
He growled out as my pussy started to spasm.
Then he was grunting out his own release, filling me with spurt after spurt of his cum.
I continued to grind myself against him, loving the little aftershocks of pleasure that coursed through me at the move, as he allowed his head to fall forward against my collarbone.
The scratchiness of his beard had me giggling, and I absently lifted my hand up to sift my fingers through the bushy, coarse hair.
“I like the new look,” I said softly, finally lifting my head so I could rest my cheek against his head. “The hair is sexy as hell. The longer look really does things for your mysterious vibe you have going on. The beard probably makes you look more dangerous to that board of yours.”
He sighed, pulling back just far enough so he could press a kiss against my collarbone.
“I’m pulling the plug this week.”
I worked my fingers into his hair and started to scratch his scalp with my nails.
“You’ve waited a long time for this,” I said. “How does it feel?”
“Worse than I thought it would,” he admitted. “I thought this would be the happiest time of my life, seeing that place fall. They were the reason behind so much of the shit I went through in those months leading up to my prison sentence. But all I can think about are the innocent people that are about to feel the hurt.”
“Fuck ’em,” I said. “It’s time to start worrying about you. Fuck everyone else. Fuck your board. Fuck your board’s innocent children. Fuck the gardener that mows the lawn. Fuck ’em all. Watch it burn. I’ll roast a marshmallow for s’mores right beside you.”
He started to chuckle, and his still hard cock jerked inside of me, eliciting a moan from my lips.
“Not to put a damper on this,” I heard called through the door. “But your kid’s here, and he needs some booby milk, or he’s going to revolt.”
“Audric and his perfect timing,” Copper mused.
I caught his face in mine, making sure that I had his full attention, before I said, “I choose you, Copper. I choose you. You can’t choose for me. Where you run, I’ll follow.”
