Something So Right (Something So 1) - Page 33

“You ready, baby?” He rubs again, this time with my clit in my way, rubbing his cock head side to side.

“Fuck.”

“Okay.” In one thrust he enters me, pushing me forward. Since I’m smaller than him, he places his hands on my hips, lifting my feet off the floor, and slams into me again, hitting me right where it needs to be.

“Baby, harder, I need it harder,” I pant while his balls slap my clit every time he pounds into me.

“Rub your clit, baby,” he says right before he slams into me again and again. I slip my hand down between my legs, rubbing my clit furiously to match his pace.

I start feeling the build-up in my stomach, making my toes curl. I’m slamming back into him, meeting his pounding now. He must feel that I’m close now. I also know he’s close, too, because I’m fuller, because he’s thicker. One more thrust and I fall over the edge, pulling him along with me. He impales himself straight to the root, burying himself into me and slowly making me fall back to my feet.

“Okay, so you bent over my counter naked is much better than you in my T-shirt,” he says into my neck, pressing little kisses on my shoulder.

“Cooper, as much as I love fucking you and, trust me, I really love it, I’ve got to have some food.”

He throws his head back, belly laughing, pulling out of me, then goes to the washroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.

“So how about I shower and you cook supper?” I ask, looking at him in all his glory. What a fucking sight.

He grabs his phone, dialling. “I’d like to order an extra-large meat lovers pizza, some fries, and two pieces of cheesecake. How long will that take?” He proceeds to give his address and throws his phone on the counter.

“We have thirty minutes before the pizza gets here. It’s going to be tight, but I’m having dessert before we eat. So, babe, get your ass in that shower,” he says with a twinkle in his eye, making me walk by him, and he smacks my ass, following me to the shower and having dessert before supper. Just thinking about it gets me in the mood. Not only did he have dessert before supper, so did I. I’ve never spent half the night having sex. I have to say it’s pretty fucking fantastic.

He must sense that I’m up because he brings me closer to him, inhaling my neck, and kissing me. “Morning.”

“Morning, honey.”

“Want me to go start the coffee?”

I turn around so I’m facing him, wrapping my hands around his neck. “How about you make the coffee, I make the pancakes, and we eat outside?” Now I’m kissing his neck.

“Hmmmm, that sounds like a plan.” His cock is now fully awake and grinding into my hip.

“We are going to have to eat before we feed your monster!”

“My dick is so big you call him a monster.”

I groan, grunting ‘oh God’ under my breath. Getting out of the bed, I pick up his T-shirt from the floor, putting it on.

“Babe, last time you had that shirt on I was fucking you against the counter. Now if you want to eat before I fuck you, wear something else.”

“Fine, go start the coffee. I’ll meet you downstairs.” I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and try to make myself presentable. When I look in the mirror, my eyes bulge. My hair is sticking up from all ends, the mascara is smudged from last night, and I have white crust near my mouth, which means I was probably drooling during the night. “Good job,” I say to myself while trying to make myself look semi normal. When I go back into the bedroom, I smell coffee coming from downstairs, so I go to his closet, looking for a shirt.

Let’s face it. We always want to go downstairs in the guy’s button-down shirt, hoping we rock it. I grab a blue one, smelling it before I put it on. Going downstairs, I see the man who has given me seven orgasms. Okay, maybe ten, but who is counting.

He is standing in the kitchen, hip perched on his counter, basketball shorts riding low, his eight pack on display. His hair looks like he just ran his hands through it, or maybe it was me tugging the shit out of it last night. Either way, looking at him is making my mouth water and wondering if maybe I could have dessert before breakfast. He looks over. I don’t know how, but he can see what’s on my mind.

“You promised me pancakes. We can do whatever you are thinking about after we eat.”

I giggle, walking the rest of the way down.

“Babe, I’ll never be able to wear that shirt again without knowing you were naked under it.” He unbuttons the three buttons, slipping his hand in and cupping my breast, brushing his thumb across the nipple.

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