Still on his knees he pulls me closer to his mouth and begins sliding his tongue through my folds, the same place where his fingers have just been, directly against my clit. The feeling is exquisite.
“Coop,” I say breathlessly.
The more I moan and say his name the more excited he becomes. Lapping at my sex faster and faster until my legs begin to shake like they have a mind of their own.
“Please!” I cry out.
Coop sits his butt back on his heels and pulls me so far on his face that I’m practically straddling his head. I hold on for dear life to the roots of his long strands with both hands.
I feel like I’m having an out of body experience as he continues to explore me with his tongue. Tears start to gather in the corners of my eyes as I can feel the start of a powerful orgasm beginning to build.
“I’m coming!” I scream as my entire body violently contracts and I see tiny flecks of light behind my eyelids.
He lifts my body and lays me gently on the floor in front of him and continues to lick and suck between my legs. I continue to have tiny orgasm aftershocks that make my head feel dizzy. When he finally lifts his head from between my legs, he has a ravenous look in his eyes that lets me know that this night is far from over.
“I told you there’d be begging.”
It has only just begun.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
COOP
In this moment if Owens asked me to buy her a mansion, build her a pool, and give her ten fucking babies I would. The sound of her coming made my dick harder than it’s ever been. Her pussy tasted like nirvana. I can only imagine what it’s going to feel like once I’m inside of it. I might lose my mind.
I give her a few moments to come down from her orgasm before I continue, but I’m like a kid in a candy store. I want to sample everything, and I want to have it now. It’s all sweet to me.
I peel off my clothes as she breathes heavily watching my every move. It makes me feel like a fucking king the way she is staring at me. Her eyes are like two huge billboards flashing the message:Please Give Me More.
Message received.
I don’t want her first time to be on her living room floor, so I scoop her up and carry her into her bedroom. Once inside, I lay her down on the bed and start kissing her again. This time slowing the tempo down. In between kisses I tell her dirty things, because that’s what she does to me. That’s how she makes me feel.
Filthy.
“Your pussy tastes like candy,” I tell her.
She smiles.
“Can you taste it? It’s all over my mouth.”
I kiss her passionately.
“When I fuck you, your eyes are going to roll back inside of your head.”
I slide one of my fingers between her folds as her hips squirm. She’s dripping wet for me. Again. I make a mental note that my girl likes dirty talk.
I begin working my middle finger inside of her pussy. Getting her primed and ready for what’s to come.
“Lift and wind your hips, Owens,” I instruct her.
“Fuck my finger good. If you do a good job, I’ll give you another one.”
Like with any task, Owens can follow instructions like a motherfucker. She lifts and rotates her hips while I finger fuck the shit out of her. I slide another finger in to get her used to more girth.
After I catch a rhythm, I start to use my thumb to simultaneously rub her clit, and it doesn’t take long for her pussy to start clamping around my finger like the greedy girl she is.
“That’s right, baby,” I encourage her. “You’re about to come for me, aren’t you?”
