Copping To It by Ava Meyers Read Free Book Online

down and off her while she strained
to do the same to his. He ripped his shirt pulling it over his
head. Simultaneously, they kicked off their pants and before he
knew it, before he even understood what he was going to do, he
gripped her hips, positioned her over him, and pulled her down onto
his cock. He only penetrated her about half-way, but it was enough
to make her scream in obvious pleasure.
    Immediately, she lifted up, dragging his
dick against her clenching muscles until he was almost free. Again,
he pulled her down, at the same time thrusting his hips upwards so
that he plunged more of himself inside her. Again, she screamed.
Again, she fought to lift off him.
    “Take all of me,” he gritted out just before
he pulled her down again. Aided by the slickness and warmth of her
natural lube, he entered her fully, his entire length plunging
inside her. Sucking in breaths of air, he forced himself to go
completely still, using his grip on her hips to ensure she did the
same.
    Claire was trembling, her thighs clasping
his sides tightly, her head thrown back like a daisy wilting on its
stem. Their breaths commingled, the harsh sounds matching the
thundering of his pulse. As if to confirm she was as out-of-control
as he was, he leaned forward, dragged his tongue across her
collarbone and throat, then suckled the area where her own pulse
fluttered uncontrollably. The urge to mark her slammed into him,
and he gave into it, increasing the pressure of his mouth then
pulling back to examine the redness he’d caused.
    He shook his head. “Shit, I didn’t even
remove your shirt. That won’t work. Take it off.”
    Slowly, she lifted her head and opened her
eyes. She looked dazed. Uncomprehending. She tried to wriggle her
hips, but he tightened his grip, controlling her movements so she
couldn’t ease the ache of need building inside her.
    “Give me your breasts, Claire. Now.”
    She complied, pulling her shirt off before
unhooking the front clasp of her bra. He didn’t even give her the
time to pull the lacey fabric away before he dove in and captured
her left nipple in his mouth. Sucking hard, he drew on her again
and again before switching to her other breast. To his amazement,
as soon as he abandoned the first, she raised her hand and pinched
the damp bud herself, making him groan in admiration.
    “You are so fucking hot. You make me want to
lose control and just go at you like a wild man.”
    “What’s holding you back?” she breathed.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You’ll hurt me if you hold back.”
    He could tell she meant it, but he wasn’t
going to let her goad him into losing control. Now that he was
inside her, he was going to do things right. He was going to make
her feel so damn good, she’d never think of running from him again.
He didn’t care how embarrassed her own needs made her — he would
make sure she confessed every single one of them until she had
nothing left to hide. Then he’d help her discover a few more needs
that she wasn’t even aware of.
    Standing, Ty cupped her ass to hold her
against him. He backed her up until he could brace her against a
wall. His whispered “hold on tight” was the only warning he gave
her. Then he began pistoning his hips steadily, firmly, not moving
slowly but not hurrying either. He made sure she felt every inch of
his cock going into her and every inch coming out.
    “You’re gorgeous, Claire. Gorgeous and
wonderful,” he breathed. “Even better, you are so bad, so bad I
can’t believe how lucky I am, because I love how bad you are. To
know that side of you, to know I’m the lucky bastard that gets to
see it and experience it, makes me so hard I fucking ache.”
    He emphasized the last word with a
particularly hard thrust that made her cry out. Without
withdrawing, he ground himself in tight circles against her,
manipulating her clit so that the sparks of sensation caused her to
bite her lip. With a groan, he began to thrust again, picking