Free Web NovelChapter 88: Cum for me
Cooper’s POV
When I heard her admit how she doesn’t like it when I cheat, I was tempted—no, almost tempted—to tell her the truth.
But I swallowed my words and instead placed my forehead on hers.
When she felt the movement of my erection, she didn’t hesitate to go on her knees and wrap her hands around it. Seeing her on her knees, holding my cock like it was some precious gift, triggered something in me. A slight groan left my lips, and I clenched my jaw harder than I ever had when she moved to take me into her small, sweet mouth.
With her hands covering my base, she successfully took me in and gave me a slow, sweet lick. A moan escaped my lips before I could control it, but I didn’t take my attention off her.
I kept my eyes on her, watching as she worked her way in, and she started stroking my shaft while licking the tip like the novice she is.
After a few seconds, she removed her mouth, making a pop sound as she leaned away and looked at me.
"How..." She blinked. "How was it?" she asked, but I stayed still, unable to answer her. Just watching her. She looks so fucking sexy right now. Her mouth is stained with her saliva and my precum; when she moved to wipe it off, I quickly caught her hand, stopping her.
"Huh," her eyes widened in surprise.
"You’re doing so well; don’t stop," I said and slowly guided her back to my dick. I pushed it into her mouth, going deeper—deeper until I heard her gag, but she didn’t back away or argue like I expected her to.
She handled the situation better, adjusted her posture, and started bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked me.
"You’re doing well..." I groaned and instinctively reached for her hair. I grabbed a handful and tugged at it, but not too hard—never too hard. My actions must have ignited a fire in her because she suddenly started moving faster against my cock. Feasting on it.
Another uncontrolled moan left my lips, then another, until I was singing a song that sounded foreign even to my own ears.
When I felt the pressure building up, I reached for her chin and stopped her. I repositioned myself, took over, and started thrusting in and out of her small mouth. Her eyes stayed on mine; she didn’t protest; she only watched as I fucked her pretty, sweet mouth.
And I didn’t stop fucking her until I felt my seed at the tip. If it were some other woman, I could have emptied myself into their mouths, but Amera is different. I don’t want to cross my boundaries or force her to swallow, so I pulled out and emptied myself on the floor.
Amera stood to her feet, her chest moving like she’d just run a marathon. Well, maybe she had.
"So..." She tried to wipe her mouth again, but I stopped her, pulled her closer, and slammed my lips against hers, kissing her fiercely. Her lips responded to mine with the same urgency, and she breathed against my mouth.
I pushed my tongue into her, licking the corners, tasting her, tasting my precum, and devouring the scent of her breath, but she suddenly pulled away to catch her breath. I let her, but I didn’t allow her to stray too far. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly and warmly to myself.
"You did so well..." I groaned. "You were so perfect..."
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I chuckled, "You were."
"I know I’m not good at it."
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She hummed but didn’t say another word.
We remained still for another minute before I moved her to the couch. I sat down and brought her to straddle me.
"Oh, you’re already hard..." She chuckled lowly when she saw how hard I’d become in such a short time. But when was I ever soft, though? Have I ever gotten soft near her?
No. I don’t remember ever being soft around her. She just doesn’t know it, but she makes me hard all the time. Her presence. The sound of her voice.
Her little protests. The way she unintentionally sways her hips as she storms off. The sound of her breath. And her scent... Oh, her sweet fucking scent. My favorite thing about her.
Her scent. She doesn’t know, but I have a bunch of her panties, both new and old ones, which I stole from her laundry basket.
I have them in different colors and designs; I especially love the ones that have her juiciness smeared on them. Those ones are everlasting. I could jerk off with them ten times a day while sniffing them.
I had plans to steal her panties today, too, but I can already feel her wetness on my thighs, which means she’s not wearing any. I’m not disappointed. I can always go to the house when she’s not in to steal a couple more.
My favorite time is when she’s ovulating; I see her juiciness in excess. I lick it off her panties—no, wait, I feast on it. Not lick, but feast. I feast on it like a crazed man. Even now, I want to go down and swallow her wetness.
When I feel her rub her wetness on my thighs, I don’t hesitate; I flip our position, balance her on the couch, hang one of her legs on my shoulder, and position myself between her thighs.
Her eyes don’t leave me; she watches with interest as I take my first taste of her. With my eyes locked on hers, I take my second, then my fourth, and then I truly begin to feast. Just like I wanted.
I catch her clit in my mouth, suck her juice, and begin to bite into her softly.
Before long, she starts thrashing under me, her hands flying to my hair and her legs shaking, but I don’t stop—don’t pause. I continue to eat her out, rolling my tongue inside her, dragging it out, rolling it, and dragging it out.
Her sweet juice continues to flow in excess, further fueling my desire to eat her like a five-course meal. I don’t stop; I add my middle finger into her hole and start to fuck her slowly.
Her screams reach my ears, her head flies back, and her grip tightens on my hair as I pump into her. I add a second finger, then a third. I start going deeper, curling my fingers, touching those sensitive spots that soon have her convulsing under me as she nears her release.
"C... Cooper," she moans. "Please, I-I... I’m close."
"Come. Come for me," I say. "No need to hold back. No need to hold it in."
And she comes, coming straight on my face, covering my nose, my mouth, my chin, and even my neck with her wetness.
A smile covers half my face as I watch her go still. Then she starts panting hard.
Lifting her eyes, she notices what she did. Her eyes widen.
"I... I..." she tries to speak, but I stop her.
"Don’t worry, I’ll handle it," I whisper and immediately clean her off, licking the last of her juice from her pussy.
She watches as I proceed to lick my fingers, which are coated with her thickness.
"Does it... Does it taste that good?" she asks.
I smirk; she doesn’t know that it takes me to heaven. And I won’t tell her. She might see me as a sociopath if I admit the truth.
"Let’s go to the master bedroom." I pull her up, and she follows. With our hands interlocked, I lead her to the bedroom, open the door, and turn the light on.
"Is this your room?" she asks, but I don’t respond; instead, I lead her to the bed and throw her on it.
"What’s that scent?" She sniffs the air like she’s caught something fishy. I remain tight-lipped, refusing to speak about him.
I want to finish before I think of other things, other people.
"It smells like..." she continues, but I cut her off by placing a finger on her lips.
"Take off your clothes," I order, and my words are enough to return her attention to me.
She obliges, reaches for the hem of her dress, and quickly pulls it off, then throws it on the floor.
My eyes settle on her boobs; these boobs have been testing my patience since the time I picked her up from the house. The way they kept pushing out of her dress, bouncing at every slight movement, their appearance, their roundness. Fuck! Their softness! She doesn’t know this, but I was almost tempted to park the car and take them in my mouth. Take them hard and suck them—really suck them until they’re leaking milk—until she’s thrashing under me—until she’s begging, screaming, and crying for me to take her hard and raw. For me to fill her up. Pump into her until she’s overflowing.
But I swallowed those desires and kept my eyes on the road.
"What?" She whispers when I don’t say a word and only stares at her swells.
My eyes briefly meet hers. "Nothing," I smirk and adjust her on the bed.
I make her go on all fours while I come into her from behind.
