Checking Him Out (A Single Mothers Romance Novel)

And I rode his cock vigorously, eating it, making it mine.

And the tears flowed down my cheeks again as he gasped and moaned.

I wanted to come. I was on the verge.

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna come,” Mr. Cooper said.

“It’s okay. Come. Go ahead.”

I wanted him to come inside of me. I needed to feel his warm come inside of me. It’s the only way this would feel complete. But more than anything I needed to let loose too. I needed to let it out…all this pent up rage.

I sank down as hard and as low as I could on his cock. Then I pushed down even farther. As the pain was gripping me and his cock was filling me, Mr. Cooper took my clit in his fingers and pinched like he’d done earlier. And that was it.

“Hooahhh!” I howled as I climaxed, the come flushing out of me.

I went limp. I couldn’t move. My legs shook and my back arched and my toes curled but I couldn’t physically move. Mr. Cooper had to take over.

He rolled over without removing his cock from me…and then started thrusting. My head hit the headboard and I had to grab it to stop myself from getting knocked out.

He was too close to coming and was only concentrating on fucking. He fucked me harder and faster and rubbed at my clit as he did. I felt it coming again.

I’d never in my life had two orgasms, but this one was coming.

“Oh shit!” I cried out.

“Oh shit,” he echoed.

I felt his come shoot into me and as he filled me it was like permission to come again myself. Feeling his heat inside of me was such a turn on that I instantly came. My legs went slack again and I just lay there while he drove his cock into me until he was completely spent.

We didn’t budge until the end of what would have been my double shift. I lay there on his chest, his hand stroking my hair, thinking this was insane.

How the whole thing happened was just crazy.

I kept thinking I’d open my eyes and be back at my cash register ringing up Mr. Cooper’s groceries. But it wasn’t a dream. I was in his bed. And I knew I wanted to be in this bed as often as possible.

When it was time to go home, Mr. Cooper drove me back to work where my car was waiting. He leaned over, kissed my forehead, and held my head against his.

“Listen to me,” he said. “You deserve the world. Your husband was an ass for leaving you. Don’t think about him anymore. Think about yourself and about your son. When you get out of this car, you’ll never see me again. But you’ll be okay with that. You’ll understand that this is what you needed. You are a REAL woman. Be her. Be you. Don’t wait for a man to make you whole. But when you find a good man, let him add on to your completion.”

Tears ran down my cheeks again. I didn’t really understand what he was saying. But somehow I was accepting it. I would never see him again. It should have been strange. I should have been pissed. I should have felt used. But I didn’t. It’s like I knew all along this was how it would end.

“Are you an angel or something?” I asked.

Thinking back, it seems like a stupid question. But at the time it seemed perfectly logical.

Mr. Cooper just smiled. And I knew that was the only answer I’d get.

I got out of the car and didn’t look back. I walked to my car and went home to my son, ready to start my new life with my new attitude as a REAL woman.

I never saw Mr. Cooper again. But he gave me what I needed at a time when I was at my lowest.

And he was right…

I was…I AM…a real woman.

THE END