“Yeah, it’s a good sight, but I still can think of a better one.” He rolls my nipples, making me gasp. “Me pounding my cock into you.” He rubs his cock up and down my pussy lips, slightly touching my clit, making me push back. “You’re so wet for me.” He rubs again, his hand now in my hair, pulling my head back, making my back arch, and my nipples graze the counter. The cold against my nipples shoots straight to my clit.
“Cooper, fuck, please.”
“Don’t you mean, Cooper, fuck me now?” He puts the tip in, and I brace myself, waiting for him to fill me up.
“Fuck. Condom,” I groan into my hand. “Cooper, are you fucking kidding me right now?” Oh my God, I could probably self-combust. He is back in two seconds, but it seems like it’s been forever, but he’s fully covered, and I’m more than ready. He doesn’t say a word to me. Instead, he smacks my ass. Two things shock me. One is that he smacked me, and two is that I fucking enjoyed that. I’m so hyped up it won’t take much to send me over the cliff.
“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.