Accidental Surrogate

Cora

I want him right now – immediately – so I impatiently sit up to fumble at the top of his boxer briefs, to push them downwards –

Roger glares at me a little again, at the challenge in my voice, and I glare right back.

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“Fine,” he snarls, rolling briskly away from me so that he’s sitting on the bed next to me, pushing his shorts down and kicking them off. I barely have a moment to look at him, my eyes widening at the sight of that thick, hard cock – before he grabs me, hauling me bodily on top of him so that my chest is pressed against his, my legs straddled on either side of his hips, my oh my god, the slick center of me pressed directly against the mass of his cock

“Fine, Cora,” Roger snaps, looking directly into my eyes, his temper riled, just how I like him.” Then let’s fucking do it.”

Without a word, still holding his gaze, I shift my hips upwards and reach one hand between us, feeling the proud length of him against my palm. I pump him once, twice, my mouth falling open as I realize the full size of him, Roger shuddering hard at my touch. And then, slowly, delicately, I position the tip of him directly at my entrance and then lower myself down.

I can’t help the noise that crawls from my throat as I lower myself fully onto Roger’s cock, the moan that turns into a cry as he slowly fills me far beyond the point I thought I could be

stretched. Roger groans deeply, his head falling against my shoulder, panting as I take all of him

in until my body is pressed flush against his.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and I feel the word as breath against my skin. “Fuck, Cora…”

My body starts to shake a little as I adjust to the feel of him inside of me, my face turned up to

the ceiling as my hips start to pulse of their own accord, wanting to feel him moving against my

inner walls.

“Fuck,” Roger says again, more definitive this time, and then he curls his back, pressing his hips.

upward, sinking moré completely into me, making my whole body rock forward at the sudden

then he’s pulsing, pounding up into me, and it’s all I can do

and weather him as he holds my hips steady with his

stroke

building quickly and I welcome it, wanting it, angling my body so that

Until –

as the tension snaps and pleasure sweeps through my body. Roger holds me through it, wrapping his arms tight around me, and something in me is aware of his hips pulsing three more times, harsh, before he cries out, his whole body going still as he sinks all the way into me, spilling himself into me as I lay

stay like that for a long time, Roger with his arms wrapped around me, pressing

his throat raw. “Do you

at him, my eyes still a little bleary with

want it,” he asks, raising a hand to my cheek, brushing my face with his thumb and looking at me wish such – such love in his eyes –

can have it –”

what he’s asking me – and the significance of it. It’s such an incredibly intimate moment – Roger is still pressed inside of me, his

afraid, pulling away a little bit. “Can – can

mark?”

for a moment, frowning, and

that I can take his face in my hands, feeling him groan as

say again, waiting for him to focus on me. “I

nodding, making sure he understands me and waiting until he nods to

Until we know how my body is going to react?”

me a little

laughing, he twists in the bed so quickly

my back hits the mattress and he pins

of his own

–

the eyes and then lowering his head to drag his teeth down the length of my neck to the soft, tender space where my flesh arches down into

over the spot, “as

with it, and Roger’s body shakes along with mine as he pulls me tight against him, not wanting to let me go. I let

find us both lying on