Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

Chapter Fifteen

Jo

I’m breathing harder, faster, and I doubt I’ll be able to relax. My hands are on his biceps, my nails digging into my flesh.

“When I say I want you as mine, I mean that and so much more, Jo.” He slips his hand along my side and places his palm right between my legs. “I want to own this sweet pussy, baby.”

I can’t stop the sound that leaves me. It’s like this soft mewling noise, one of unashamed need.

Cooper nips at my earlobe, and I dig my nails harder into his flesh. He adds just a bit of pressure, but before I can let go and just let Cooper get me off, he moves his hand back, disappointing me. And when he has his palm on my belly, I hold my breath, knowing what he’s going to say before the words come out.

His fingers span the width, and he leans back to look me in the eyes.

“And every single time I take you, claim you as mine, I’ll make sure to fill you up with my cum until you carry my baby.”

I can’t help but gasp.

God, the things he says shouldn’t turn me on, but they do, so much that I’m soaking wet.

“Tell me that’s what you want, Jo. Tell me you want to be mine, that nothing will stand in the way of making that happen.”

I suck in a deep breath and nod. God, I want that.

“Tell me that you want me to be the only one who knows how tight and hot this little pussy is.”

“Cooper,” I breathe out.

“Tell me you don’t want anything between us when I fuck you, that you want me to fill you up with my seed. That you want me so damn deep in you that tomorrow my cum will still be dripping from your tight little cunt.”

“Yes,” I moan and arch my back, my breasts thrust out.

“Does that scare you, Jo? Does it frighten you to know how much I want you, how much I want all of you?”

I lick my lips and shake my head. “No,” I whisper honestly.

“That’s it, give yourself over to me, baby.”

God, is this really happening?

Cooper has his hand on my belly, and I can’t deny what he says thrills and arouses me. But it also kind of scares me in a very real way.

He wants me. All of me.

He wants to give me a baby. His baby.

“So fucking primed for me,” he growls out, his breath brushing along my cheek. He smells good, so good that my inner muscles clench from the scent alone.

He leans in and claims my mouth without saying anything else. The way he strokes his tongue along mine sends this heat wave through my body.

When he pulls away, I can’t breathe. I am ready for him, so ready.

“I want to be so deep in you, Jo,” he groans against my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access.

“Being mine means you’re my everything.”

“Yes.” And that’s exactly what I want.

“You sure you want to go there with me, baby girl?” he whispers and I nod. He kisses me again, hard and possessively, demanding more. He starts pressing his erection against my belly. He’s huge, long, and so hard it is like his cock is a steel rod.

He moves his hands down my face, strokes his fingers along the sides of my neck, and stops right below my ears. Cooper places his thumbs at my pulse points, adding just the slightest pressure. It is a touch of ownership. I can feel it.

After a few seconds, he continues to descend my body. He strokes his tongue over my lips for only a second before delving into my mouth, plunging the muscle in and out, working me up to a frenzy. He breaks away and moves his mouth over my breasts, along my belly, over my hip bone, and stops right at the top of my pussy. It feels so good that I can’t even think.

He curls his fingers into my flesh and pulls me down on the bed so my ass is hanging slightly off the mattress, against him. When he runs his tongue over my flesh, I shiver and dig my nails into the mattress.

“Touch me,” he all but demands.

I grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh. He hisses and then groans.

He lifts his head so we are eye level. A second passes with silence between us.

“Do it again,” he grits out.

I dig my nails into his flesh again and his gaze is locked on mine. He’s moving back up my body a second later and claiming my mouth in a brutal, searing kiss. Our teeth clash together, our tongues fuck one another, and I am more than ready for whatever Cooper wants.

When he breaks away this time, I can see his mouth parted, his pupils dilated.

He rests his forehead against mine, our breath mingling. “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow.”

He’s rock hard, so big and thick. Cooper moves his hands down my sides, then pushes them between my body and the mattress until he’s gripping my ass. He runs the pads of his index fingers along the crease where my butt and legs meet, and then moves them along my outer thigh. He leans back and has his hands on my knees, urging me to open for him.

My throat is so dry, but I manage to say, “Touch me.”

He doesn’t make me wait. Cooper moves down my body until he’s right between my legs, his warm breath moving along the most intimate part of me. He places his hands on my inner thighs, right beside my pussy, so close I can feel the heat from them.

His fingers are big, slightly callused, and I close my eyes when he breathes a stream of warm air along my slit.

“Cooper, please, stop torturing me,” I moan, beg.

And then he moves his hands closer, his fingers now touching my pussy, his thumbs pulling my lips apart. He slides them up until he reaches my clit. He rubs the small bud for a second, driving my lust higher, having me dig my heels into the mattress. Then I feel his mouth on me. He sucks and licks at me, running his tongue up and down my cleft, flattening it and licking me like he’s savoring every last drop I give him.

“So fucking sweet,” he growls.

I rise up just slightly and look down the length of my body to see his blond hair between my thighs, his mouth still on my pussy.

I take in the wide expanse of his broad shoulders, follow the lines of his tattoos that wrap around his arms and back, know they go over his chest as well, and feel my heart jerk in my chest.

“You ready for me?” he murmurs against my flesh before rising up slightly and showing me how glossy his mouth is.

From me.

He straightens and runs his palm over his mouth, shows it to me, how wet it is, how it glistens, then proceeds to lick all my cream from his skin.

Good. God.

I could climax just from watching him do that.

I nod.

I’m more than ready to be his.