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Well, hello.

Been quite a while, hasn't it?

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It only took the first three words for him to work his way inside of her, her wet, warm heat encapsulating him completely. He shuddered and buried his face in her hair, clutching her close to him. "Fuck, you feel nice." She spat, his pleasure almost overwhelming. He'd kept himself from her for far too long. Cook pistoned into her, reaching a hand between them to lightly circle her clit. 

Scarlett let out a groan of slight frustration. She couldn’t tell if he was teasingly asking her this or if he was genuinely concerned about her wants and needs. She relaxed her head and back onto the mattress underneath her before locking her ankles around his waist. “I want you to make love to me, Cook,” she requested gently.

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Cook pressed his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to, pet? I can... I would never hurt you, you know that." He told her quietly. He was starting to throb- he needed her, and he was keeping himself from doing what he so wanted to for the sake of anticipation. 

Scarlett knew Cook’s values when when it came to actual abuse. Though she didn’t know anything about how he truly could be in bed since he’d always been afraid of breaking her. She didn’t know if he had any real boundaries when sleeping with any other girls or if it was just with her. She just decided to put that all aside and enjoy his touch, smiling as his thumb rubbed across her jaw.

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Cook was a bit put off by her words- what she didn't seem to understand is that Cook wanted to live their life like this. He didn't want a submissive little princess all the time, but he did want to have some control- he didn't feel like he had it over himself, so he at least needed to feel like he had it in his life. Of course, he would never lay a hand on the girl if she didn't want it, because that was just the kind of man he was. He brought his hands down her sides, over her ribcage and eventually down to her waist before he brought one of his hands up to her face, rubbing his thumb along her jaw.

Scarlett licked her lips at his words, not quite minding if he took that approach. “As long as it’s apart of the game, I don’t see why you shouldn’t,” she spoke her thoughts aloud. She was aware that the last time they played such a game, it turned into reality, but it was fun while it lasted. So she figured why not try again? Letting out a low moan at the feeling of his lips on her neck, her nails clawed at his back and she pressed her chest flat against his.

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Cook took the opportunity when she arched her back to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer. He looked down at her affectionately kissed her forehead. "That doesn't mean I won't smack you in the mouth." He said quietly, leaning down to kiss her neck. 

Scarlett arched her back and smirked. “I forgot about that,” she murmured in a moan when he reminded her about whose pleasure this whole situation started with. “Trust me. I know… I’ve learned that over the years,” she responded, the smirk growing as her breathing became shallow. “But it doesn’t mean that I still won’t tell you.”

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Cook listened to her, but shook his head and laughed. "It was never about getting me off. It was about getting you off." He reminded her, tweaking one of her nipples between his fingers. "You know, I don't take so well to being told what to do." He said, leaning his head down to bite her neck almost savagely, but not enough to leave more than a brief red mark.

Scarlett yelped unintentionally when he suddenly thrust himself further into her mouth. It didn’t hurt nor did it trigger her gag reflex, it was just a surprise. Being pulled away and thrown onto the bed was another unexpected series of actions. “You know I do,” she whispered huskily. “I’ve wanted you for the longest time, but I was gonna get you off because that’s what you demanded. So… Fuck me.”

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Cook bucked into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat intentionally, bowing over a bit and resting a hand on her back. He removed his other hand from her hair and bit his fist, keeping from moaning. He pulled her off of him and then tossed her back up onto the bed, leaning down on top of her to speak in her ear. "Do you want me, baby girl? Do you really want this? Because I won't take it if you don't want me to..." He said, no threat in his voice, but it was growled out, because he ached for her.

Scarlett knew that she was thin, but she didn’t care. Everyone was afraid of breaking her. Not even just during sex, but a hug was a touchy subject sometimes, as well. People were so concerned and she didn’t understand why. She held her own just fine and she’d continue being just fine. Putting all of that aside, the brunette continued to bob her head against Cook’s dick, deep throating him in attempt to give him the best pleasure she could offer.

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Cook's head tilted back as she pulled his dick into her soft, warm mouth, a slight moan falling from his lips. He curled his fingers through her hair and yanked, looking down at her. She was one of the sexiest woment to be with in his opinion. She could stand to put on a few pounds, and if Cook had anything to do with it, she would, but he was having trouble focusing on that thought.

Up to a point, Scarlett appreciated Cook speaking to her in such a soothing voice. Sure, he was telling her what to do, it wasn’t exactly a question or suggestion, but his voice was gentle and that seemed to be all that mattered. So she nodded and brought herself level with his dick, pumping his shaft slowly as she took his tip into her mouth, spreading the pre-cum over the head of his prick with her tongue.

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Cook smiled as she came, pressing a kiss to her center as she did so, lapping up what he could. He felt satisfied with himself. Cook kissed up her body and finally kissed her lips, bringing his fingers up to her collar. He smiled at her, then stood on his knees. "Suck my cock." He told her, but his voice was soft.

Scarlett hissed and swallowed as he urged her forward, wanting her to cum. A few more deep breaths were taken before she finally let gave herself some relief. Once she came, her orgasm coming out in intervals as her juices released, she relaxed her body and her breathing. “Shit…” she trailed off in a whisper.

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Cook watched her and growled, grasping at her thighs longingly. He licked her relentlessly, refusing to let up. He knew that Scarlett was close- there were two people whose bodies he knew inside and out, and Scarlett was one of them.He could feel the tiny, involuntary spasms that were occuring in her, and he wanted them. "Come on, love." He said quietly.

Scarlett let out a slight yelp at how Cook didn’t waste any time on trying to get her to cum. Though this time she wasn’t gonna try and fight it. She didn’t have anything to fight for as she ignored the smile that he wore. She chose to just focus on his tongue against her clit and how he didn’t neglect the rest of her body, either. “Fuck…” she moaned out, resting her head back against the mattress as she swallowed, her breathing labored.

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Cook smiled in triumph and shrugged. "I'm not gloating." He said, kneeling back in front of her and shouldering his way betwee her legs. He started back to his ministrations with full force, relentlessly toying with her clit with his tongue and rolling her nippes between his fingers. 

Scarlett let out a deep breath, obviously becoming frustrated with each second that went by. She mulled over his proposition before letting out a sigh of exasperation. Her eyes locked on the ceiling as she took a deep breath and laid back on the bed comfortably while her legs hung over the side of the comfy furniture. She couldn’t believe that she was actually going to give in. But, at this point, the mere thought of cumming was enough to soak her cunt with her juices. “Fine. Fine, fine, fine. But no gloating about winning,” she reasoned.

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Cook smiled at her and shook his head. "Nah. See, the challenge was that I couldn't make you come without being inside of you." He told her. Cook stroked himself quicker, letting his head fall back. "Never said anything about getting myself off..." He said with a devious smile. "So let's make a little agreement, shall we? I won't jack off and have a roaring orgasm in front of you if you agree to let me eat you out until you come so hard you won't be able to see straight for a week." He said.

Scarlett gave him an obvious death glare when he pulled away and talked. “Shut up,” she grumbled with slit eyes. She could feel her body throbbing for more, but she was more than glad to be given up. Okay, that was a lie. She wanted him so badly, just not his tongue and fingers. She had something much better in mind. “C’mon. It’d be easier for both of us if you just fucked me.”

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Cook could feel that she was getting close and he shook his head, chuckling lightly. "You can say that, but your body is telling me something different." He told her, getting up and taking a step away from her. He took himself in his hand and watched her squirm in his absence. "I'm thinking that I might just leave you there. I'll find something to bind your hands and spread your legs... Make you suffer for being so insolent.

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Cool watched in satisfaction as his girlfriend started to unravel beneath him. Cook knew that it might take a lot, but he was going to win. He stopped touching himself and slipped two fingers into her quickly, moving them furiously against the front wall of her pussy. He'd never done it with her before, but he knew how to make a girl squirt, and he knew that kind of orgasm couldn't be held back. He sucked furiously on her clit, taking it very gingerly between his teeth as he tapped rather hard at the ridged expanse of flesh inside of her.

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Cook continued to berate her clit with his tongue, looking up at her. He growled and sucked sharply at her lips as she spoke, but there was absolutely no way that he was going first. He wanted to make her squirm, scream and beg for his cock. He could resist. Cook reached down and started to stroke himself slowly, lavishing Scarlett with attention instead of himself. He wanted her to not be able to function sexually without his help anymore.