Page 28 of Make Me

“Mmhmm,” she moans. “You taste so good,” she whispers, right before she takes me in her mouth. She strokes my base while she teases the top of my dick with her tongue. She slurps my cock and saliva falls out of her mouth and onto the sheets, but she’s uninhibited as she continues to feast on me. My dick hardens more, and I’m only seconds away from exploding down her throat.

She’d swallow it all, just like she did last night. That’s another thing she’s learned. She loves my dick in her mouth and the taste of my cum on her tongue.

She moans hungrily around my cock, bringing me perilously close to the edge. When I pull it out, she pouts and tries to reach for it again. I take hold of her and force her onto her hands and knees, facing away from me. I slap her ass hard and order her to stay put. I grab one of the many condoms I left in her nightstand drawer and quickly sheath myself.

I align at her entrance. She sticks her ass out, and when I slide my hand between her folds, she’s slick on my fingers. She moans wantonly and pushes her ass further out, practically begging me to take her. I don’t do it gently, but she’s so wet, I slide all the way in with just one quick thrust.

She moans again, and I put my chest on her back and bite her shoulder. She moans and hisses, and I suck on the skin so hard that it’s discolored by the time I’m done with her.

“Harder,” she commands. I grab hold of her hips and slam into her so hard the bed shakes underneath us. I let go of one of her hips and grab a handful of her curly hair, pulling so hard her neck bends back. I fuck her so hard the headboard beats against the wall. Too far gone to slow down or stop, I fuck her harder. I let go of her hair long enough to grab a handful of the soft flesh of her ass. I caress and twist the flesh in my hands.

She calls my name out again, begging me to fuck her harder. I comply, and this time, when I grab one of her breasts and tweak the nipples in my hands, she comes for the third time tonight. Her pussy squirts again, and I lose myself in her, coming so hard, my vision goes white. She falls onto her stomach, her legs spread wide. I land on top of her, not ready to pull out of her soft, wet pussy yet. We lay like that, both of us spent and panting like dogs until my dick softens and slips out of her.

“I want to do that every single night,” she moans. I get off of her, lay on my back and pull her to my side. I kiss her damp forehead, and she runs a hand down my stomach.

“Whatever the lady wants,” I say to her. “I can’t say no to you or your pussy.” She covers her face with a hand, suddenly embarrassed. She’ll try anything when we’re naked and fucking but blushes when I talk about sex any other time. I turn and kiss her full lips. She opens her mouth for me, and the kiss soon turns wet and sloppy. My hand finds its way to one of her breasts.

“I have more things in my bag of tricks, but all I want to do now is make love to you.”

Chapter 18

Laci

Not even thesoreness between my thighs can distract me from the butterflies in my stomach. If Cooper notices, he hasn’t said a word. At least not to me. He’s spent the entire ten-minute ride to his mother’s house talking to Ivy, who is sitting in the back with Sam. I don’t know how he understands half of what Ivy says, but he does, and he never seems to get tired of her endless chatter or questions.

The most ridiculous thing they do is argue over whose dog Sam is.

“Mine!” Ivy says. I turn my head around to find her stroking Sam’s fur.

“I’m pretty sure Sam is mine, Ivy,” Cooper says.

“No! Mine!” Ivy says back. And on and on they go, until Cooper makes a right turn onto a cul-de-sac. He pulls his truck into a driveway. The house is a ranch with a well-manicured lawn. There are rose bushes in the front, but not even the sight of the flowers can calm my nerves.

The last time I met a man’s mother, things did not go well. I was accused of getting pregnant on purpose to trap their son. Things never improved between me and my in-laws, and they even blame me for Brian’s death. If I’d been a better wife, he wouldn’t have had to leave that night.

“You’re going to a barbeque at my mom’s house, not to an execution,” Cooper says. I didn’t even realize he exited the truck until he opened my car door for me. He takes my hand and helps me out. I look down at myself and pull on my shirt. It’s a long green shirt over black skinny jeans. “You look pretty like you always do. And my mom has already met you.” He leaves my side and takes Ivy. Sam runs to the front door, but it swings open before she reaches it. The same woman from the ice cream parlor from a month ago comes running out. She’s a plump woman with full breasts and a thick waist. She runs to her son and hugs him. When she pulls away, she grabs Ivy from him and puts my daughter on her hip. Then, she walks over to me and hugs me too.

“Come in. I can’t believe it’s taken you this long to bring them, Coop.” She walks to her son and playfully slaps him in the back of the head. “Come on.” She grabs my hand, and some of my nerves leave.

The house is inviting and open with high ceilings. There’s a tan sectional and two recliners in the living room. In the corner, there’s a pile of toys and two little girls playing.

“Hey, Coop,” Margie says. “Ivy!” She grabs Ivy from her mother and hugs her. “Let me introduce you to my girls.” Ivy, always eager to play with older girls, happily goes with Margie.

Jackie tells us to follow her into the kitchen. The counters are covered with food, and I can smell the grill from the deck. Margie enters the kitchen with Ivy, her two daughters, and Sam running behind her.

“Get us some drinks, Coop,” Jackie orders. “I made a pitcher of rum punch. Make yourself at home, Laci, and try that spinach dip.” She points to the dip, and my mouth waters at the sight, but I shake my head.

Cooper puts a glass in front of me, and the smell of the rum hits my nose. He goes to the dip, scoops some on a piece of bread, and puts it to my lips.

“You know you’re perfect,” he says so that only I can hear. “We’ll eat healthy tomorrow. You can even run with me if you want.” He kisses my nose, and I finally eat the bread. He hands me the rum punch, and I relax after taking a few sips.

While his mom cooks, she talks nonstop, asking me about my past and how I’ve enjoyed Oak Bend so far.

“I’m so excited Coop finally has a nice girlfriend in his life. I could never stand Candace.” Her phone rings, and she runs out of the kitchen. When I’m alone with Cooper, he takes me into his arms, and I stare into his eyes.

“The last time I went to a man’s house for dinner, things didn’t go so well.” His eyes darken, and his body goes rigid in my arms as he waits for me to say more. The only time I ever see a flash of anger in the easy-going Cooper is when I talk about my mother or Brian. “This is so much better than that.” He relaxes again, leans down, and gently kisses my cheek.

“This is only the first of many, Laces. Mom’s going to want you at every family dinner from now on.”

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