Page 75 of Craving Cooper

I slide my cock all the way home, as I say that last word, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she clings to me. This isn’t pain, though. This is pure pleasure. I can hear it in her soft moans, and see it in the flush on her cheeks, and the slight misting of her eyes.

“Oh, God… that’s so, so good.”

“You still want me to take it slow? Because we can, if you want.”

“No. Give me everything, Coop. And don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I smile, dipping my head to kiss her, while I take her, slamming into her deeper and deeper with every stroke, until she twists her head away from mine.

“Don’t you like tasting yourself?” I ask, wondering if that’s the reason for the abrupt ending of our kiss.

“It’s not that,” she says, licking her lips to prove the point. “It’s just I can’t kiss you while you’re… while you’re fucking me like this. It’s too much. I need to be able to focus.”

“On what?”

“On your cock.”

“Tell me how it feels,” I say, hammering into her, harder than ever.

“It… It feels huge.”

“But manageable?”

She nods her head, smiling. “Definitely. I’m getting used to it now. I love how deep inside me you can go, and as for the way you stretch me…” She sucks in a breath. “It’s amazing. I can feel every inch of you… every vein and ridge. It’s like nothing else I’ve ever… ever experienced.” I love how vocal she is, and how descriptive, and I swivel my hips, her juices dripping down between us as she lets out a gasp. “Do that again.” I do, over and over, and she breathes harder, faster. “I’m gonna… I’m… oh, fuck… I’m gonna come. Coop…” My name is a high-pitched cry, as she clamps around my cock, her inner muscles tightening and clenching as she clutches and grabs at me, holding on to my shoulders, while her body contorts through her second orgasm. This one is, if anything, even more spectacular than the last, and it’s all I can do to hold on. I have to, though, because I’m not wearing a condom, and I don’t want to spoil the moment for her by pulling out just when she’s reached the peak.

Her breathing calms slightly and she slowly returns to me, relaxing in my arms and opening her eyes, gazing up at me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, and a perfect smile forming on her lips.

“That was something else, Cooper.”

“Call me Coop.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it. Especially the way you say it.”

Her smile widens. “Okay… Coop.”

I take her weight, kicking our clothes out of the way as I turn and carry her through to the bedroom. I’ve only got one goal in mind, which is the bed, and I wait until I’ve reached it before I pull out of her, lowering her onto her back.

She shimmies further onto the mattress, and I let my eyes feast on her large, firm breasts, and rounded hips, although I’ll admit, they’re drawn to her long legs, and those fuck-me heels I haven’t yet bothered to remove.

“Were you waiting for anything in particular?” she says, with a tease in her voice.

“No.”

I reach over and grab a condom from the top drawer of my nightstand, tearing into the foil pack and rolling it over my cock before I kneel up on the bed, parting her legs with my own. She raises them higher still, those heels coming into my peripheral vision.

“It’s no good,” I say, kneeling back, and pulling them off, throwing them over my shoulders. “I thought I could handle you wearing them, but I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“No. I’m gonna come way too quickly if you keep them on.”

“In that case, I’m glad you took them off.”

“Why?” I ask, teasing her.

“Because I want you to fuck me. Long and hard.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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