Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I hover above his dick, waiting to see if he wants to use protection, when he grabs hold of my waist and slams me down onto him. My core expands and stretches, taking me a few seconds to adjust to his size.
“Fuck, Liz! You’re so tight. It is like you were made for me.”
If he only knew that he’s the only guy who has ever been inside me.
I lean forward, putting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, when Cooper stills and then raises his hand up from around my waist to my neck.
“You’re wearing it. You’re wearing the necklace I gave you five years ago.” He says this with such amazement in his tone.
“Yes,” I choke out. “I’ve worn it every day since the day I received it.”
Pulling my face down to his, he kisses me with such passion that when he pulls away I swear my lips are bruised.
He moves his hands back to my waist and uses his ass to lift up, pumping into me from underneath. The feeling of him in me is amazing. I don’t know how I went five years without this.
“Baby girl, you’re too tight and too wet on my cock. I’m not going to last. I need you to rub on your clit. I need you to come for me.”
I move my thumb to my pussy and gather up the wetness he’s created, and move it to my sensitive nub. I begin rubbing it in circles while he hits some crazy spot deep within me with the tip of his cock.
“Oh, my God. Right there. Please don’t stop.” Between the friction of my finger to my clit and his cock filling me so completely, I know I’m about to have a huge orgasm. It keeps building, and what feels like seconds later, I lose it. My body tightens before it releases, and it feels like I’m going to blackout from sensory overload. I scream out Cooper’s name over and over again, clearly forgetting where we are.
He must suddenly remember because all too quickly, he’s pulling my face down to him and swallowing my cries with his mouth.
Cooper waits for me to ride out my orgasm then flips me over onto my back, his hands on either side of my face, as he starts drilling his cock into me with a punishing rhythm. Within minutes, he finds his own release, pulling out, and coming in his hand.
I look down at him and he chuckles. “We didn’t have the whole protection conversation, so I didn’t want to assume you’re covered. I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman to knock you up the first time I get back between your legs.”
He gives me that damn wink and stalks off to the bathroom that’s attached to the room. A few minutes later he comes back with a small, wet washcloth and wipes between my legs to clean me up. I feel myself blush at this action, as if him doing this is even more intimate than what we just did.
“C’mon baby, don’t get shy on me now.”
I smile at him and then get up to go use the bathroom. I grab my panties and put them back on while I go pee. I flush the toilet and wash my hands. Looking in the mirror I see my reflection. My face is flushed, my hair is a mess, and my eyeliner is smudged, but I can honestly say I can’t remember the last time I looked and felt this content and satisfied and… taken care of. I know what, or I should say who, caused this look and this feeling in me. Cooper. He invokes these feelings inside me that nobody else ever has.
I just want to cuddle up in his arms and never lose the way I feel in this moment. Now I just have to pray when I tell him about Bella, he won’t run the other way.
I walk out of the room, and find him sitting on the end of the bed dressed again. I take a second to watch him and notice his head is in his hands and he’s slumped over. My initial thought is, did I do something wrong? Does he regret this?
He must sense my presence because he looks up and tries to play it off by smiling way too big, but it’s too late because I already saw. I wait for him to explain, and when he doesn’t, I go over and sit next to him. I want so badly to put my arms around him or take his hand, but I have no idea where his head’s at, so I sit close but refrain from touching him.
I swallow the thick lump in my throat and summon up the courage to ask what I’m thinking. “Cooper, did I do something wrong? I mean, do you regret what we just did?”