I didn’t go in very quickly; I pushed only my tip into her and then pulled it out. I repeated it, pushing only my tip and pulling out. When I repeated it a third ti, she couldn’t hide her displeasure.
"What are you trying to do, Cooper?" she groaned, and I smirked.
"Just teasing you," I murmured close to her ear. "Do you like it?"
"Of course not," she whined. "How can you...?"
She stopped speaking when I pushed all of into her, but before she could adjust, I imdiately pulled out. I was suddenly enjoying teasing her.
"Cooper!" she called, sounding even more frustrated.
"What?" I cooed as I pushed into her again, slowly inserting the tip and then another inch until I was halfway inside her.
A small moan escaped her lips, and I saw her grip the bedsheets tightly as she prepared herself for .
I pulled out of her but slamd in almost imdiately, going deep, so deep until my entire length was inside her. My actions probably surprised her because she let out a wild scream, gripping the bedsheets tighter and trembling as she arched her ass into .
Gripping her waist, I started going in and out of her, fucking her wildly and enjoying the screams that constantly slipped out of her sweet mouth.
The bed bounced, my grip tightened, but I was careful not to hurt her.
"Oh shit... I... I think I’m going to cum," she cried as I kept going at a speed I never had with her before.
"Oh no, princess, you can’t... It’s too early..."
"But... I can’t... can’t control it," she cried.
"Too early, princess," I groaned, still pounding into her. "Try to hold it in; hold it for a few more seconds."
"I’ll... try..." she scread as the pressure intensified. A groan slipped out of when her walls tightened around , holding , squeezing , gripping , milking .
She was about to cum.
"Cooper, I..." Then she let it out, screaming as she ca all over , but I didn’t stop. No, I hadn’t planned on that; it wasn’t ti yet. I kept going, but slower this ti. I needed to give her ti to adjust.
After she regained herself, she collapsed onto the bed but kept her ass arched for .
"Should I stop?" I groaned.
"No, keep going," she responded; her answers were sharp, and her need was evident in her tone. She wasn’t satisfied yet.
Good. neither.
"Princess," I called, letting myself slip out of her.
"What? I said to keep going," she murmured.
"I know, I don’t plan on stopping either." With my arms gripping her waist, I flipped her onto her back, letting her lie on the bed while I entered her from the front.
I could get a better view of her breasts from here. I wanted to suck them hard; I’d been craving them for a while now.
In a smooth move, I reached for one of her breasts, took her hardened nipple into my mouth, held her in place with one hand, and placed my other hand on the bed for support.
My mouth moved roughly against her buds while I continued to fuck her.
Louder moans started escaping her lips; she brought one of her hands to my hair and pushed deeper into her while arching her chest and her sweet cunt for .
I liked the fact that she enjoyed this. I loved the fact that she wanted this. With the way her body responded to , I might never be satisfied, even after going fourteen rounds with her. This is why I don’t like going to her for sex. Firstly, she’s not mine, and secondly, I lose myself whenever I’m with her.
I’m never satisfied, never ever satisfied.
When I felt her second bud aching, I released the first from my mouth and moved to the second. I started sucking, rolling, squeezing, biting into it, and tugging it harshly while she scread loudly. Her voice might beco hoarse by morning if she continued screaming like this.
"Oh shit... I think..." She started shaking again.
"I think it’s coming," she announced, gripping my hair tighter and pushing her chest into my face.
"I know, I want it to co," I murmured against her.
"I can’t hold it in this ti, Cooper; the sensation is overwhelming. I can’t..."
"I know, Princess, you’re free to let it go."
"Am I?"
"Yes." After my response, I felt her walls clenching around again, tighter than the first ti.
Heavier, stronger, milking , wrapping itself around until she ca with a moan.
Her body went into a frenzy, shaking, trembling from the shock of the orgasm. I held her to , keeping her in place until the release washed over her.
Then I whispered into her ear, "I’m not done yet; brace yourself for your third orgasm." She whimpered against .
**
After washing up, I ca into the room to see her sleeping peacefully; she was still naked, bare, uncovered, and glittering.
I went closer, took the duvet, and covered her body. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the view; I do. I just don’t want to fuck her while she sleeps. I managed to give her three more orgasms before she completely blacked out. Sitting beside her, I watched the slow rise and fall of her chest.
She’s beautiful. A goddess. She doesn’t know it, but I have a hard ti getting her out of my head.
It hurts deeply that she doesn’t belong to and that she could one day return to her owner.
I’ve been preparing myself to lose her from the mont I t her, but I still haven’t been able to fully convince myself—or my body—of the fact that she’s going to one day leave us.
If it wasn’t for that fucking deal we made, I might’ve summoned the courage to fight for her. But a deal is a deal, and I can’t fight my brother for it.
The vibration of my phone diverted my attention from her; I picked it up and saw a text.
From Bryce.
"Is she still with you?" The text read.
Of course, he knows that she’s with ; he always manages to find out every little detail about her.
I opened my inbox and typed a reply: "Yeah, but she’s asleep; she’ll spend the night here. Are you coming ho?"
"Yeah, in thirty minutes," his response ca.
Thirty minutes? That’s so quick.
A sigh left my lips as I typed another reply, "Alright, I’ll wait until you get back."
I dropped my phone on the nightstand and, after taking one last look at her, dressed up and excused myself to the bar area.
I pulled out a whiskey, filled my glass, and gulped it down at once.
I know I should be happy about things; I should be grateful that Bryce is generous enough to share her with us, but I’m not. I want to keep having her and keep seeing her until I leave this earth.
Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to this deal. But if I hadn’t, I would have never t her. I could have never experienced her.
Just before we began our search for her, we all made a deal: anyone who found her first gets to keep her, but before that happens, we’ll all share her for a period of ti.
And as it stands, Bryce was the first to find her, of course. Stupid —I still regret not locating her first.
The first ti I set my eyes on her, I was filled with regret and frustration, which I hid from the others. Why wasn’t I just smart or quick enough?
We all agreed to share her until she’s done with college; that was the plan, but Bryce can also decide when it ends. If he wakes up tomorrow and calls it quits, then that’s it; we can try to argue or fight, but we’ll never win.
In a way, I’m also grateful that he hasn’t decided to end things. The last incident that happened with Parker, the day we found out about her seizures, was supposed to be the day it all ended. At least, that’s what I thought, but Bryce let the incident slide after giving Parker a piece of his mind.
Seriously, I was scared that he was going to end things that day, but Bryce is soone who sticks to rules; he hardly backs out of agreents. And I respect him for that. I respect him because if I were in his shoes, I could have ended it a long ti ago.
Sharing a mate is not sothing I ever dread of; no, it was never in my budget, but the day the general summoned us and inford us of things, everything changed dramatically. He was the one who ordered us to go after her, giving us hints of how we were supposed to locate her and ta her.
None of us liked the idea of sharing a woman; at first, we all thought it was impossible, and I still think the sa.
But we composed ourselves, hid our innermost desires, and just dealt with the situation.
But if I could go back in ti, I wouldn’t make that deal, and I’d also be the first to locate her; I’d find her and keep her for myself. I would keep her hidden from my brothers. I wouldn’t allow a stranger close to her. I’d own her and place my marks on her; I’d hide her away from the rest of the world, and then I’d do crazy things to her.
"Where is she?" Bryce’s voice pulled out of my thoughts.
"In your bedroom," I responded, not turning to spare him a glance. He didn’t say another word to ; he turned and walked away, going to her.
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