Page 91 of Craving Cooper

“Here.”

Mallory gives them to me, and I lock the front door, coming back and holding out my hand.

“Come with me.”

“Where to?”

“Upstairs.”

“We can’t,” she says. “Greta could come back.”

“Not today. She told me she’s meeting a friend for lunch at the coffee shop.”

Mallory’s eyes light up and she leaps to her feet and takes my hand, following me through the door and up the stairs to my apartment. Once inside, our hands are all over each other, clutching at clothes, pulling them off, the morning’s desperations getting the better of both of us.

“Lie down on the couch,” I say the moment she’s naked, and she looks up at me for a second, then nods her head, making her way over there and lying along the length of it, her eyes widening as I follow in her footsteps. She’s already parted her legs and sucks in a breath when I grab her ankles and pull her down slightly, so there’s some space above her head

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“I wanna fuck your mouth.”

“Oh…”

“Is that okay?”

“Of course.”

She goes to sit up, but I shake my head. “I didn’t make myself clear. I wanna fuck your mouth, while eating you,” I explain, and she nods her head, lying back down and licking her lips in the most beguiling way. “Is that okay?”

“Absolutely.”

I climb on top of her, getting into position, my dick above her lips. “If this gets too much, tap my leg. Okay?”

“Okay.”

She grabs my cock, guiding it to her mouth, and I feel her lips surrounding me, driving me insane as she moves her hand away, giving me control. I focus for a moment or two, shifting backwards to get the angle right, and then as I start to move, taking her mouth, I concentrate on her pussy. It’s right before me, her lips plump and inviting, and I part them with my fingers, dipping my head to lick her clit. She bucks against me and I repeat the process, over and over, inserting first one, and then two fingers inside her. She’s dripping wet and I take advantage of that, moving my middle finger downward and circling it over her puckered anus. She groans loudly, grinding her hips, and I flex my own, taking her mouth a little deeper just as I insert my finger into her tightest hole. I’m hitting the back of her throat with my dick, and I half expect to feel a tap on my thigh, but I don’t. Instead, I feel her bring her arms up, resting her hands on my ass and pulling me in even closer. She wants more, and who am I to deny her? I fuck her mouth as hard as I dare, while I work her pussy just a little harder, my tongue flickering over her clit until I know she’s about to climax. I’m almost there myself, and as she lets out a scream of pure pleasure, her hips rolling and writhing, I let go down her throat, my own pleasure bordering on pain, but never quite getting there, as she swallows me down.

It takes us a while to come back from that, and when we do, I gently pull my fingers from her, kissing the tops of her thighs before I release my cock from her mouth and slide to the floor, kneeling beside her.

“That was amazing, babe.”

“Hmm… it was.” She smiles at me, reaching out and resting her hand on my cheek. “Thank you.”

“Why on earth are you thanking me? It should be the other way around.”

She shakes her head. “I love the way you make me feel.”

“Oh? How’s that?”

“Like you can’t get enough… like you lose control – just a little – when we’re together.”

“I do… and more than just a little.”

Her smile widens and she sits up, twisting around to face me, her hand dropping to her side, although I take it in mine and she studies our entwined fingers for a moment. “Y—You make me feel wanted, too, Coop. Wanted, and happy… and safe.”

I smile down at her and open my mouth to tell her how easy that is, because I’m in love with her, just as I hear the phone ringing downstairs, and we pull apart.

“Let it go to voicemail,” I murmur, looking down into her eyes, and although I’d rather stay exactly where we are, I know we have to get back to work… and soon.

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