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He’s been hard for an hour thanks to the little whimpers coming from the other room, but that sure as shit doesn’t stop him from feeling like a fucking king, even when he’s got the most agonizing case of blue balls known to mankind. He doesn’t know how his cock hasn’t torn through his jeans by now, and the second that he’s wrapped up the video call with the Serpent leader they’ll be meeting with tomorrow here in Toronto, he slams the laptop shut hard enough that he thinks he hears something crack.
Whatever.
He shucks off his jeans and yanks his shirt over his head, gripping his cock as he makes his way back into the bedroom, and he licks his lips at the sight of Betty bound to the foot of the bed, her ass squirming atop the carpeted floor thanks to the vibrating wand tied to her thigh and pressed directly onto her perfect little pussy. She’s flushed and panting, her hair half-falling out of that prissy ponytail she always has it in, and he’s not the least bit embarrassed by the fact that he almost comes the moment those heady, pissed off eyes of hers are on his.
She’s a fucking vision.
“Sweet Pea,” she breathes, trying to sound stern and failing miserably considering she’s one good blow on her clit away from bursting.
“You already chewed my ass out while I was tying you up, babe,” Sweet Pea drawls as crosses over to her, standing over her and forcing her neck to arch and her tits to push out as she looks up at him. “But I stand by my decision to keep you off of that call. The Serpents here? They don’t revere their queen like we do, and that fucker doesn’t deserve the chance to lay his eyes on you.”
“Then why... ah,” she gasps, her breath hitching as a shiver rolls down her spine and she tugs at her restraints. “Why the hell did I even come along?”
“Because when do we ever get the chance to fuck for the whole weekend without being interrupted by some shit show we have to put out?” He guides his cock to her panting lips, sliding himself in before she can respond, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head as he pushes his way into her throat. It’s a tight fucking fit every time, and he knows he’ll last about two seconds after being hard for so long, but it’s worth it, especially since Betty gets turned the fuck on from being able to take every thick inch of him until he bottoms out.
Sure enough, the second her lips brush against the base of his cock, he feels Betty’s entire body shudder, right on the edge of an orgasm, and it pushes him toward his own as he comes with jerk of his hips and a growl deep from his chest.
“Fuck!”
He slides out of her throat, wraps his hand in her ponytail and shallowly fucks her mouth as his cum spurts out of him in long streaks. There’s a lot of it, too, and though she’s swallowing most of it down, some of it slips from her lips and slides down her chin and throat, and the sight of his milky cum on her skin spurs him into pulling out and painting the last of it across her face. It catches on her plush top lip, on the apples of her cheeks, and he rocks back on the heels of his feet to admire what an absolute fucking mess he’s made.
Her face and neck and shit, even some of her hair is covered in his cum, and she’s still squirming that pretty little ass on the floor, hovering on the edge of an orgasm that only he can give her. The vibe isn’t set high enough to get her off even after how sensitive she must be from having it on her for so long, but she can’t close her legs, can’t even attempt to grind it against the floor for more pressure on her clit thanks to the way he has her tied.
He drops to his knees between her legs, bracing one hand on the edge of the bed to hover over her as he uses the other to trace her slick pussy with his calloused fingertips. Her eyelashes flutter, and her tongue darts out to lap up some of his cum from the corner of her mouth.
“I should leave you here like this for the meeting tomorrow,” he muses, thrusting three fingers into her dripping cunt, and she gasps.
“Don’t... you dare,” she pants, and then her eyelashes flutter as her pussy clenches tightly, and she whines, “please!”
He smirks. Only Betty fucking Cooper would command him and then beg him within the same breath.
“As you wish, my queen,” he murmurs, ducking his head and sucking at her fluttering pulse as he curls his fingers inside of her, and she keens out right into his ear as her orgasm crashes through her.