Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Penny
C ooper eats me like a man starved.
My mouth is full of his cock, sucking messily, while he licks me from behind. Why haven’t we done this before? His hands dig into my ass to keep me steady as he dips his tongue into my hole, making me shudder. I moan around his cock, and I know he likes it because of the way he groans. I feel it as much as I hear it, vibrations running through me.
It’s one thing to have him inside me, to feel him skin-to-skin. This is a different level; it’s as close as I’ve come to feeling his pleasure with mine. During our Nashville game, he fingered my ass while he fucked my cunt, and I thought that was a lot, double penetration not from a toy but from more of him , but this is different. This blows everything else out of the water. I only wish I had his fingers in my cunt, because being empty everywhere except my mouth is torture.
Whenever we have sex, I feel close to him. Closer than I’ve ever been to another person. He unlocked a side of me that I thought I’d never be able to set free, and every time we’re together, we learn each other a little better.
He dreamt of me. The thought makes me smile.
“Christ,” he rumbles. He flicks my clit with his tongue. “You’re soaking. Always such a needy girl.”
I pull off his cock as I cup his balls and squeeze. “Only for you.”
He smacks my ass lightly. I shudder, burying my face against his thigh. His taste is on my tongue, salty and delicious. I play with the tip, then take him into my mouth once more. He seems bigger at this angle, making it impossible to focus on anything other than the way he feels.
He pushes a finger into me, and I nearly sob with relief, my core clenching around it. He keeps licking my hole as his thumb finds my clit, and it sends me over the edge; the tautness in my belly loosens as I cry out around him. He makes a noise that’s halfway to a growl and urges me off his cock.
“Want to come inside your cunt,” he murmurs as he splays me out on my knees and elbows. His body blankets mine, hand finding my clit again and playing with it until I spread my legs. “Good girl.”
I turn my head to the side, breathing against the sheets. He nudges my knees even wider and puts a hand on my back as he pushes in, inch by luxurious inch, spit and slick making it easy. When he’s in all the way, so deep at this angle I can’t do much but pant and adjust, he presses his forehead to the top of my spine. I feel his breath on my neck, the slight tremor as he tries to reel in the part of him that no doubt wants to come right this instant.
“You fit me so perfectly,” he whispers. “Fucking hell, Penny, I love you.”
I blink back sudden tears. Tempe is for crying. Not here. “I love you too.” I reach back; he takes my hand in his. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”