Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
"Oh, I’m going to eat," he says, pushing the shirt down on the other side. My tits are perkier as both hands play with my nipples, and I swear if he continues, I’m going to come without him even touching me.
"What are you going to eat?" I ask, and I get on my tippy-toes so his cock is between my ass cheeks.
I turn as his hand falls to my side. "I mean …" I take some of the frosting off the cupcake with my finger and bring it to my mouth but rub it on my nipple. "Oops," I say. His eyes get bluer as his mouth goes down, and he makes sure there is nothing left. I repeat it with the other breast, and then I hop onto the counter, taking more icing into my mouth this time. I open my legs for him to stand in the middle as his tongue comes to lick mine clean. His kisses might just be my undoing.
"This is good icing," he admits, scooping some on his finger and moving my legs out of the way. "Let’s see how it tastes on you right here." I watch his finger rub over my clit. I try to open my legs wider when he buries his face there. His tongue goes around and around my clit as he cleans the icing off. "I don’t know," he says. "I might have to try it again."
He eats me and then slides back into me, and when we go back upstairs, we have to take another shower.
He carries me to the bed, and I finally have him over me. With one leg over his shoulder, he gets so deep into me I just come over and over again each time he pushes into me. I don’t know when he slips out of me, but sometime during the night, I feel covers come over me, and I feel him kiss my neck. I want to keep my eyes open and never shut them, but I can’t help it, and I fall asleep more content than I’ve ever been in my whole life.
My eyes flutter open for a second. My whole body feels like I worked out for hours yesterday. I sink deeper into the pillow as I close my eyes again, trying to find the dream I was just having again. My mouth is dry, and I’m about to turn over when a hand grasps my breast. I open my eyes in shock and am surprised when I feel someone at my back.
I look over and see Cooper there with his face buried into my neck. "Oh my god," I gasp as the memories of last night and this morning come back to me. It wasn’t a dream. I thought it was a dream, a good fucking dream, and I could swear I was pleasuring myself in the dream. "Oh my god," I say again, and Cooper’s eyes open as he looks at me. His eyes are sleepy as my eyes go big when I feel his cock on my leg. "Oh my god." That’s the only thing I can say before sliding out of bed and taking the sheet with me, leaving the duvet on him.
"Morning," he greets as he gets up on his elbow. I shake my head and hold the sheet in front of me with a grip so hard my fingers turn white.
"Oh my god." That’s the only thing that comes out of my mouth as my heart races in my chest. "What the hell did we just do?"
He laughs and gets out of the bed naked in all his glory. Let me tell you, my body responds right away. My mouth waters as I see his cock in the light again. My eyes roam his body up and down like he’s my next meal. The red mark that I gave him right beside his dick last night. I close my eyes to pretend he isn’t standing there naked and to tell myself that last night was a mistake. But then I open my eyes again, and I see him. I turn my head, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. "Would you cover yourself up, please?"
He laughs and stands there, not moving. "It’s going to be fine," I say to myself, and if the sheet wasn’t so long, I would pace back and forth. I put my hand on my stomach, ignoring the way my stomach is flipping.
"I don’t know about you," he says, smirking and clapping his hands together, "but I feel fucking great."
I glare at him. "It’s going to be fine." I put up my hand. "We were both drunk." I point at him and then me. My head yells that it’s a lie, but that is what I’m sticking to. It doesn’t matter that I remember every single fucking touch.