It was real life and moving faster than his ever had before. In addition to wanting to remove all of Samantha Ericson’s clothing and take her to bed and have his way with her, repeatedly, he felt perfectly at ease with her. It was as if he had simply met the woman he needed… that the story had already been written.
He was going to more than just date this secretly sexy librarian. He was going to be taking her off the market completely if his instincts were as true as they felt right then.
What the hell is she doing on the market anyway?
Cooper scoffed at that ridiculous, yet highly favorable circumstance, and rolled over, pulling the blanket around his ears… his dick sticking into the mattress, still hard and waiting to be called upon.
6
Saturday morning, Sam sat bleary-eyed over a cup of coffee. She didn’t feel too awake, having not slept but a few hours. This was not how her hot, exciting date was supposed to start. Also, no matter how often she’d fingered herself overnight, she still remained unsatisfied. If only her phone had not rung. She might have just been a hussy and agreed to Cooper’s request. She could have slept in his arms.
And now, in the clear cold light of day, she was facing another date, more time spent alone with this man she couldn’t resist. What would happen? Who was she fooling? She knew what would happen. First they’d kiss. Then they’d touch. Then she’d give it up to him. On their second date. Having known him a week. She smiled wryly and took another sip of coffee.
The phone. Why did that jangle her memory? What did she need to remember? Saturday...
“Shit.” She scooped up the little device from the coffee table and speed dialed.
“Hello?” Her mom sounded chipper as usual.
“Mom, it’s Sam.”
“Hi, dear. What’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m just letting you know... I have a date tonight, and I’m not taking my phone with me. So don’t try to call. I didn’t want to worry you.”
“A date? How lovely. What’s his name?”
“Cooper. I met him at the library. He’s the new manager of the museum.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful, dear,” her mother gushed. “When do we get to meet him? Have you known him long? Will you call me when you get home?”
“Mom, slow down!” Sam said. “Take a breath. And to answer your questions, I don’t know, about a week, and fine. I’ll call you tomorrow morning.” Okay, so a week is a stretch. But three days sounds worse. Tart. She grinned in guilty excitement.
Her mother sputtered. “But... but... A week? The morning? You’re going to...”
“You know how long I’ve been alone,” Sam replied tersely.
“Getting your heart broken isn’t going to help.”
“Then I’ll try not to let that happen. Bye, Mom.” Sam pressed the button, silencing her mother’s stammering and set the phone back on the table.
At noon, she knocked on the door of Cooper’s downtown apartment. He opened and smiled at the sight of her curve hugging jeans and fitted black merino wool sweater.
“Now that’s more like it,” he said approvingly. “You look great.”
“Thank you.” Sam blushed a little at his admiration. He looked her all the way up and down, and she liked it.
“Want to come in? I have a bit of lunch almost ready, and then... well come in.”
She stepped into the room and he shut the door. Then they reached out as one and shared a brief hot kiss.
“So,” he said, his voice seeming to have dropped an octave from its already low register. “What would you like to do this afternoon? Go out or stay in.”
“I think... if we stay in, we’re both pretty clear on what that means, right?”
“I can try to be a gentleman if you want, but...”
She shook her head. “Maybe being a gentleman and a lady won’t be damaged if we... indulge a bit?” She put her cool fingers on her burning cheeks, hoping she didn’t look like a tomato.
“How much is a bit?”
He had to ask. Sam bit her lip. “Well, the rest of the day and night, for starters. I mean, it is a start, right, Cooper? Not just a one night stand or something?”
He looked at her as though wondering just how to address her question. And then something in the next room beeped.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I need to check on the food. Hold that thought.” He scooted out, seeming glad of a reprieve.
Sam shook her head. Should she follow? No, let him think. It was much more awkward to plan this rather than just letting it happen, but she wanted to know. She’d really like to start something with Cooper. Not just sex to cool her aching libido, but a relationship. She hadn’t wanted that in ages.
There was another sound. A strange, cartoon-ish one, from the vicinity of the computer desk in the corner. Feeling guilty, she crossed to it and moved the mouse ever so slightly. There was a document open on the screen, and she glanced... and was instantly riveted
“A blowjob, huh?” Lisa giggled. “Maybe we should set him up with Julie then.”
Paul laughed. “Or we could just send him a hooker – same thing.”
“No it’s not - Julie’s just very friendly. But a hooker sounds like a good idea!”
“Yeah, well there’s nothing stopping him if he wants one... It’s none of our business.”
“Yes, I know. But I’d like to do something for him.”
She scrolled to the top and her jaw dropped. Cooper Grey! “Oh My GOD!” she whispered. How could it be? But the style was unmistakable. She had in front of her a partially finished, unpublished book by her favorite writer. As if Cooper wasn’t about perfect all by himself. He would have to be Grey too.
She scrolled back down to the story and felt herself growing aroused. This was such hot shit. And she was reading it before anyone...
“What are you doing?”
Sam jumped, turning guiltily. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snoop. Your computer made a noise and I... well I... did you really write this?”
Cooper’s face, she noted, looked as red as hers felt. “I... yes, but well I... Sam, it’s nothing.”
“Nothing? It’s astonishing. I can’t believe it!”
“It’s just a fantasy. I would never... with you... I wouldn’t...”
“Are you really Cooper Grey?”
He took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Oh God. You... I can’t believe it. You’re my favorite writer!” She threw herself into his arms. He caught her awkwardly.
“Oof.” But before he could do more than grunt, she tugged his head down and kissed him, all reluctance burned away. She couldn’t get this started fast enough.
“Favorite?” he managed to say when she released him to breathe.
“Oh yes, Cooper. Let’s put that naughty imagination to the test, shall we?” She kissed him again. “I want you to fuck me.”
7
Cooper lifted Sam and carried her to his bed. He placed her down, kissing her back onto his usual pillow. He left her there and pulled his jumper off as he kicked away his shoes. He was then wearing a tee-shirt, jeans and socks. The socks went next, then the tee-shirt. Sam’s eyes widened as they took in his well-defined pecs and abs. He grinned. “I work out too.” She bit a lip, her eyes lowering to where he was undoing his jeans then thumbing them and his boxers at his hips and pushing them down his quite muscular thighs.
His cock was semi-firm… average in girth and length, circumcised, his pubic hair trimmed. Sam looked up from his unabashed display, smiling lightly.
Cooper looked down at himself then back up, grinning cheekily. “This do?”
Sam nodded, her eyebrows lifting appreciatively as she smiled.
He knelt on the bed, moving over her to meet her lips again. “Now, what was that you said you wanted me to do?”
“Um…”
He tugged at the button on her jeans.
“I think you said you wanted me to fuck you.”
He had her jeans open, pulling them
from her hips. She lifted for him. He peeled them down her thighs.
“I think that’s what I heard… is that right?”
She moaned into his mouth. “Yes. That’s right.”
His cock flexed.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, meeting his eyes.
She helped with her sweater. Her bra was tossed aside. Cooper sucked on her left tit… the whole firm little globe. He swirled his tongue around the nipple, capturing it between his tongue and teeth as he pulled back. Her legs were swayed together, his arm between her thighs. He cupped her bottom and grabbed hold of her panties. She clutched his hair as he pulled them from beneath her, her soft fingers and long nails raking his scalp as he sucked on her other tit.
Cooper felt her pussy. It was dripping. His middle finger cut in and penetrated her as he tested for sufficient lubrication. He would try all sorts of things with this beautiful creature later but for now he just wanted to do as she had asked and fuck her.
He moved across her. Her legs parted to accommodate him. They were kissing, their bodies getting positioned just naturally. Cooper rested upon his elbows, holding her head in his hands. He felt her fingernails brushing his balls as he thrust forward. She captured his penis and guided it. Her pussy was tight. It was slick and searing hot, but incredibly firm as he slid in a little. “Ooh, that’s nice,” he groaned. Her nails dug into his back. Her body undulated, pressing upward against his. He rolled his hips and sank into her exquisite velvety warmth. She bit on his shoulder and he gave her a nice firm bump, his balls slapping against her, and as he ground into her, her slippery wetness spread over them. “Ooh, that’s very nice,” he groaned.
She whimpered in obvious pleasure and replied, her voice a little unsteady. “I should hope so!”
“Yes, it certainly is.” He sought her face and her eyes. He was still holding her head, smoothing her hair with his thumbs as he kissed her lips. “We’re a good fit, Samantha. You feel amazing. So hot and tight.” He was fucking her slow and deep as he spoke.
Her eyes rolled. She bit down on her lip. “I’m going to come.”
“Good. You first!”
She cuddled tight, pulling Cooper’s head down. Her beautiful body was pressed hard against him, her legs spread wide, her hips rolling and her hot little gash grinding over his surging cock. Her nails dug in to his flesh and she suddenly tensed and convulsed. She let out a squeal, muffled against his shoulder. One hand went to his neck and clutched tight there. He held firmly inside of her. The contractions from her orgasm were causing her pussy to squeeze hard, the sensation akin to it sucking on him, and that feeling brought him close to his own climax.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned into her hair, kissing her scalp as he resumed screwing her. He found her mouth. It was hot and open. He tasted it but his load was rising fast. “Is this all right?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I can come inside you?” His balls were full. Another surge into her and it would be too late to pull out.
“Yes. Come in me,” she whispered into his ear.
Her hot breath was just too much, and he drove into her and held firm, her delicate warmth pressed around his cock, gripping it, his balls emptying with a number of powerful bursts.
Cooper kissed his woman again. Well, she did say this was the beginning. So, yeah… my woman. He kissed her deeply and tenderly.
He smiled. “I say we pick up from here after dinner…”
***
Sam smiled. Satisfied at last... and yet not. Carrying on would be a wonderful idea. She could definitely get used to this. Her pussy felt great, still fluttering and aching pleasantly from the thorough fucking it had just received.
“Okay,” she said, giving a languid stretch. “But not yet. Let me just lie here and bask for a few minutes. You have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve been with a man.” A wayward thought crossed her mind and her face heated.
“What, baby?” he asked, leaning up on one elbow and looking down at her.
“Nothing... just remembering something I read in your books.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Writers love to know when their books have an impact. Tell me.”
Sam bit her lip. Could she really admit to such a naughty thought? “It’s just... well... more than once you’ve described how, after sex, the man looks down at the girl’s pussy and it’s all stretched and leaking semen. That’s really... hot. And I wondered if... if mine looks like that right now.”
She slid her hand down her body and touched her hole. It felt wet and open. She lifted her fingers and spread them. Strings of fluid stretched between. Without thought, she slipped her fingertip into her mouth and tasted their mingled juices. Then she looked at Cooper, blushing furiously.
“I think, if you look across the room there, you’ll see everything you want to see,” he told her obliquely, his voice rugged. She obeyed, and sure enough, a large vanity mirror reflected the bed, including her splayed little body, her spread pussy clearly visible, wet and ready for the next round. At the sight, the little hole clenched.
“Are you sure we have to wait until after we eat?” she asked, turned on beyond measure by the sight.
***
Cooper kissed her, running his hand up her inner thigh and cupping her pussy. “So you’re a bad girl?”
“Bad enough to read your stories,” she retorted. “Probably not bad enough to write them.”
She caught a breath as he slipped his finger into her pussy. Her legs opened.
“You want more, huh?” Cooper teased her.
She nodded. “It’s been too long. I’m on fire now.”
A second finger was a tight fit. “So, we’ll be playing catch-ups for a while? Now that we’re officially on together.”
She smiled, her pretty face questioning with a frown. “On together? Is that like going out? Who says that?”
“Not many people. Usually just the ones who still say ‘oh drat’ and things like that.”
“But it means we’re a couple?”
“Let me think...” he teased. But then he saw the doubt in her eyes. “Of course. You think I’d let you get away now that I know how hot and sexy you are?”
He kissed her once and resumed fingering her.
She bore down on his fingers, her clit squishing against the palm of his hand. After a moment of that, he withdrew and offered his hand to her. Her eyes opened, slightly glazed and awfully sexy. She took his wrist and held it while she licked his middle finger. “Yes, eat it, baby. Eat all that come,” he said, encouraging her. “Does it taste like mine or yours?”
“Both.” She finished licking his ring finger and sucked it softly. “It tastes like me but I can taste your come too. It tastes like us.”
Cooper stroked her hair and kissed her salty lips. “You like eating come?”
“Yes, Mister Grey,” she said, almost giggling, but Cooper inserted fingers again and stopped that.
He had regained his erection. He worked her hard and fast with his hand until she had her bottom up off the bed, grinding her dripping little hole over his digits. He took her to the brink of orgasm then suddenly stopped, keeping his fingers fully inserted but merely holding her and pressing back against her G-spot.
“Turn over for me, Samantha.” He withdrew from her and took hold of her hips. “Turn over so I can have a look at this sexy butt. You look good from behind, you know. I’ve been checking you out.”
She rolled and rested on her elbows and knees, peering back over her shoulder. Cooper spread her cheeks with his thumbs. Her slit was gooey. The delicate petals opened to reveal inflamed pink flesh. He positioned his cock head between the folds, pressing forward until they swallowed the broad round dome. “Yeah… a perfect fit,” he groaned. “Your pussy looks nice with my dick in it, baby.”
“You’re teasing me now,” the lovely creature complained, pouting. “I want to see that.”
“We’ll make it happen some time soon.”
Cooper rocked
forward and bumped against her bottom, his cock spearing into her, her body jolting but quickly recovering to squirm back onto him. “Mmm.” She moaned, a smile replacing the frown. He bumped her again, hard. Her eyes widened. He rolled his hips and fucked her with quick, deep strokes. Her head lowered as he massaged her neck, pressing her down and riding fully over her back to pump her until she cried out, writhing and moaning in what must have been a powerful orgasm.
She finished up lying flat on her belly with his cock imbedded into her from behind. Her hips were tilted, giving him access. He ground into her firmly and slowly while she quivered, and her beautiful body gradually eased into relaxation.
He lay over her and kissed the back of her head, nuzzling an ear. “Stay like this for me while I finish off?”
“Okay,” she answered sweetly.
He took a pillow, and she lifted while he positioned it beneath her hips. That presented her slit at an angle he could just flick his pelvis and surge fully into her with ease. She cuddled her pillow and rested her head upon it. Her pretty eyes were open but remained averted as he began fucking her. He had a hand planted either side of her, his arms straight and supporting his weight. He was on his knees, with one each side of hers. The flicking action of his hips was bumping him against her bottom and rocking her into the soft bed. The steady rhythm of that motion was allowing him to penetrate her with full strokes of his very rigid dick. His balls were slowly filling again.
“Another nice big load building for you, baby. Want me to fill up your little pussy again?”
One of her arms had moved by her side, her hand slithering in under her body. Cooper felt her fingernails brush against his cock. “Yes, fill me again,” she said.
He surged forward and held firm. Her fingers tickled his shaft, their delicate softness closing over his balls. He remained pressed against her while she fondled them.
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