“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” “How do you want me to fuck you? “Hard,” Cooper begged. “So hard I can’t move tomorrow without remembering who—who I belong to.” Park snarled, pulled back, then slammed into Cooper. At this position it felt impossibly deep, and a prickle of tears appeared as Cooper’s heart launched up into his throat. Not pain, exactly, but surprise and that bone-deep ache of being completely and utterly taken.
