Page 62 of Cougar Chronicles

“That’s it, baby. Come again. Come for me.”

The line between reality and fantasy dimmed as thrill after thrill shot through her. Nothing existed except her and Michael and such intense pleasure she could barely comprehend it. She floated downward gently, and when the contractions finally subsided, she lay still, spent.

A faint kiss on her lips jarred her back to reality. She opened her eyes to see Michael’s green-brown gaze locked onto hers.

“You have the softest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he said. He kissed her lips again, tracing them with his tongue. “I haven’t even come close to having enough of you.”

She smiled against his lips, the zest of her own juices teasing her tongue. Should she tell him that had been her very first orgasm ever? That he’d shown her something amazing that she’d only imagined until now?

No. That would spoil his fantasy, if he had one, of bedding the erotic romance author. She’d play the experienced woman tonight. She’d play Starr.

“Lucky for you then,” she said, “because it just so happens that I’m not going anywhere.”

Four

Christ, she was hot. The lips of her pussy had opened like a flower for him. God, that was so sappy. She was beautiful down there, though, as beautiful as she was everywhere else. And her taste—a mixture of sweet and tart that tantalized his mouth like nothing ever had. Servicing her indefinitely would be no hardship at all. He was hooked, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

He stood up and removed his shoes and jeans. His cock throbbed. He was so horny. He couldn’t wait to sink into her hot cream.

He turned to look at her spread out on the bed like a Renaissance painting. Her reddish-brown hair splayed across the white comforter like flaming tresses. Her crimson lips were slightly parted, glistening and kissable. Long black lashes rested on the tops of her cheeks. Her breasts hung lazily to each side, the nipples rosy from his earlier attentions. Her legs were still parted. The triangle above her treasure was a deeper auburn, and her pussy lips were a shimmering burgundy, still swollen.

He couldn’t wait to make her come again. His erection stirred, pulsing. Pre-come oozed from its tip.

Stacy’s eyes were closed, but Michael knew she wasn’t sleeping. Afterglow. He’d seen it a thousand times, but never had it been more radiant. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her breasts swaying gently.

For a moment, he thought he could be happy just staring at her.

His cock had other ideas.

As much as he wanted to feel her sweet mouth envelop him, more than anything he wanted to sink inside that pussy. He fumbled in his jeans for a condom, ripped the packet open, and sheathed himself. He moved back toward the bed and gazed at her body sleek with perspiration. A rosy glow. Beautiful.

He sat down next to her and touched between her legs. Mmm, still wet and juicy. He could slide right in.

“Stacy?” he said softly.

The long black lashes framing her big eyes lifted. “Hmm?”

“I want to make love to you. Are you ready?”

“Mmm hmm.” She opened her legs a bit more, welcoming him.

Missionary position wasn’t his favorite, but right now he couldn’t wait. He had to have her. He climbed atop her shimmering body and thrust into her heat.

Her soft sigh made him groan. What was it about this woman? She was beautiful, yes, and her pussy was sweet as clover honey. Yet his craving for her seemed insurmountable. He’d fuck her all night to sate himself if he had to. Anything to get his raw need for her out of his system.

No way was he going to be emotionally dependent on any woman, not even the one taking care of him for the rest of his life.

He pulled out and plunged back in. She was so tight, so warm, so welcoming.

“That feels good, Michael.”

“Oh, yes it does.” He ground his hips into her in slow circles, pushing farther and farther into her depths. Then he returned to slow and methodical thrusts.

Sensation filled him, tore across the length of his rigid cock. He pumped harder, faster, the head of his shaft fluttering with every thrust. Soon the convulsions started at the base.

“God, Stacy. God!”

He thrust once more, and then he tensed as he filled the condom with his seed. He let out a ragged groan of release.

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