Page 21 of Touch Me (Complete Collection)

“I’ll be here…when you come back.” She gasped, moving slowly, reaching for the wild orgasm coursing inside her body.

“You better be,” he hissed, clutching her ass in one hand while he quickened his thrusts. She wailed and kissed him wildly, biting his lower lip like he bit hers.

“God!” she cried as her head fell back. The zipper of his fly was scratching her pussy lips, making them sore, but it all added up. She came with a burst, shaking and shivering.

He didn’t stop slamming against her. Biting her neck, his hips tensed as he prepared to cum. “Jenny!” he groaned onto her neck as his large body convulsed. She crushed the white shirt stretching over his wide shoulders. The now familiar heat of his cum spilled into her depths, and she kissed his cheek gently before finding his lips.

He slipped his cock out of her and helped her off the counter, pulling the white shirt she wore down to her thighs. His cock was covered in white liquid, his and hers, and with a smile, she handed him a kitchen towel. He cleaned himself off swiftly before kissing her on the tip of her nose.

“Move your stuff when you get back from work. No excuses.” He glared at her and she grinned.

“I will.”

He visibly relaxed and Jenny walked him to the door. Just before he left, he pulled her close and kissed her. “I'm going to eat you up when I get back.”

Jenny shook with the need to have him inside her again. It was going to be a long day at work. “I’ll be waiting,” she said and he winked, chuckling as he left the apartment.

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Two weeks later, Jenny was lying on the couch, laughing uncontrollably while Cooper gave her an impromptu strip show on to a One Direction song. “Laugh all you want, sweetheart. It ’ s your turn next.” He grinned, sliding his pants down and kicking them off.

“Ooh!” Jenny said and laughed harder.

The last two weeks had been the best two weeks of her life. Cooper had surprised her with a mutiny of feelings. She was giddy around him with awe. Now, she recognized the handsome twenty-eight-year-old as the thirteen-year-old she once loved like no one else. He was sweet and charming and he took care of her every need. And he made her laugh.

She had never been the rolling-on-the-floor-laughing kind. With Cooper, she finally realized that she hadn’t been running with the right crowd. He gave her fits of hysterics that ended with her eyes watering and her stomach aching.

He slipped his hands into the waistband of his boxers, and Jenny slipped two fingers into her mouth, whistling so loudly that he lurched.

“What the fuck!” he hissed laughingly as he abandoned his boxers and strode to her. Clasping her waist, he lifted her clear off the couch.

“Let me go!”

“Your turn, missy. Strip for me! Now!” He smacked her hard across her ass and she tilted, the sting making her eyes water.

“That’s the last time you ’ve smack ed me!” she yelled with mock anger, wiping tears of hilarity from her eyes.

“Says who?”

“Says the person to whom the ass in question belongs! It hurts!” she lied. Well it did hurt, but she liked it nonetheless.

“I thought it belonged to me!” he said vehemently, feigning a sad, shocked face.

She grabbed a cushion and smacked him with it. “No, it doesn’t!”

“Really?” His expression changed. He stood up, his boxers the only piece of garment on his large intimidating body, and marched toward her.

“No!” Jenny cried and bolted toward the bedroom, but he grabbed her around the waist before she took a single step. He hauled her writhing, fighting body to the couch and pushed her face into the seat.

“Whose ass is it?” he asked breathlessly, overpowering her scuffles easily.

She laughed harder, wheezing with rapid breaths. “Mine!”

He pushed her down and jerked her PJ bottoms off her ass. Harshly stroking both cheeks with his hand, he grunted before smacking her hard. She yelped and pulled away. Her giggles continued but the pain made her face go red.

“Who ass is it, Jenny?” He slid his hand hand over the sore pinked spot before smacking her again, harder this time.

“Unh! It hurts. Stop!”

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