Page 77 of Cougar

He drops to his knees in front of me and pushes my legs apart. He tilts his hat back but does what I asked and keeps it on his head. His tongue enters me, and I want to scream. He starts to tongue fuck me and suck my clit, and I’m in an eternal state of bliss. For a moment, I forgot I told him to keep the hat on. I go to reach for his hair and find the top of his hat. Giving up on the hair-pulling, I bring my hands up and pinch my nipples instead.

Johns always has this way of knowing exactly what my body needs. He plays me as if I’m an instrument made just for him. No one else knows what chords to play or how to handle me. His mind is so in tune with my body. It’s magical. He gives me an abundance of pleasure each time, and now is no exception.

His mind is somehow linked with every nerve ending in my body. He knows where to touch me, kiss me, and exactly how to fuck me.

He’s been so broken these past few days, but I can’t tell right now. He’s done what I asked and is forgetting the world. He isn’t allowing what happened to cloud his mind; he’s only focused on me. He’s working me over with a newfound determination.

To forget.

I don’t know what he does, but my orgasm crashes into me at a hundred miles an hour, and I scream out his name. He pulls back enough to be able to lick up my release. He moans with each lick and then goes right back to sucking on my pulsing clit. I scream out from the mix of pleasure and pain. I’m pulsating everywhere. Is this what being on fire feels like? This incredible burning sensation you can’t get away from.

He lets go of my clit and sinks his fingers into me. He strums on my G-spot relentlessly before I feel like I am going to burst again. When he feels it is closing in, his mouth latches onto my clit, and he sucks me hard. I scream out his name as I squirt all over his face. He doesn’t care, though. He laps it all up, “Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

He pulls his fingers out of me and sucks on them. His eyes roll back into his head, and he lets out a moan. When he looks at me, he pulls his fingers out of his mouth, “You’re so fucking delicious. Tell me, Birdie, do you want my cock in you now?”

“God, yes. The nurse said I can,” I tell him. I grab the backs of my legs and open myself up further for him. I’m on full display for him and feel zero shame about it. I want him balls deep in me, making me scream some more. If the shop downstairs was open, everyone would know exactly what we’re up to. “Get that monster cock in me now.”

He lines up and pushes in completely. My back arches, and I throw my head back as far as I can while I let out a low moan. He fills me up so well. It’s almost like he’s gotten bigger. Everything feels tighter and so much better. It’s amazing.

He starts to pump in and out of my body. His low grunts are sexy as hell as he gives me the release I need and works toward his. I open my eyes and look into his. I see nothing but love and desire. He wants me as much as I want him, and he’s going to do exactly what he wants to in order to get what he needs too. I lift my head, and my mouth connects with his. I suck his lower lip into my mouth, and he lets out a small moan. This man, I swear.

When he pulls back, I grab the back of his head and hold him. I watch his face as he seeks out the pleasure he needs. I kiss him again and don’t disconnect for some time. He slows down, but every thrust feels deep and full. He pulls away from my kiss and pulls out of my body. He lays down on his back and holds his dick up, “Hop on Birdie.”

He’s holding his head at an awkward angle because of his hat, so I decide to give him mercy. I sit up and take his hat off his head. But instead of placing it off to the side, I place it on my head. “Oh, fuck. Ride me like that, Birdie. Fuck yeah.”

Well, this is new information I will save away for later.

With the hat on my head, I ride him like there’s no tomorrow. His cock hits deeper in this position, and my moans get louder with each roll of my hips. Pregnancy will not stop me from getting mine, that’s for damn sure.

I arch my back and brace myself on his thighs, causing my chest and my stomach to push out further. His hands immediately caress my stomach before coming up and squeezing my tits. Everything is more sensitive, but when he pinches my nipples, it feels amazing. “Oh, god.”

I pull myself forward and lean down as much as I can. While I’m not huge, the tummy is there and already proving I’ll have a few hurdles. John leans up as much as he can, and our lips connect again. I love kissing, but I’m in love with kissing him. He’s unlocked something in me when it comes to kissing, touching, and sex. Everything feels so much better because it’s him.

“John, I need more.” I let out breathy moans. He doesn’t waste any time. He grips my hips and starts to piston up into me. While I could thrust myself or twerk on top of him, nothing feels as good as his thrusting into me does. It doesn’t matter what position we’re in. His doing the work feels better. It’s just fucking science.

“Right there. Right there, baby.” I tell him. My hands roam all over my body, and by the time I’ve knocked the hat off my head and wrapped my hands in my hair, I’m throwing my head back, blissfully lost in another orgasm. Once it’s subsided, John manages to sit himself up and starts to suck on my tits.

“Fuck, Birdie. I’m gonna come,” he moans.

“Yeah?” I ask as I rock my hips on his lap. I’m tired as fuck, but I want him to feel amazing after everything. He deserves to feel as amazing as he’s made me feel.

“Yeah. Yeah. Fu-fuck!” he shouts out before he slams me down onto his lap. My arms wrap around his neck as he bites down on the top of my tit. My forehead rests to the top of his head as I try to catch my breath. He wraps his arms around my middle and slowly rolls us so I’m on my back. Once I’m situated, he pulls out and lays down next to me. His kiss is gentle but full of so much love.

“Thank you, Birdie. You were right. There’s too much going on right now, and I needed to get out of my head,” he kisses me again.

“I know I’m right. You should realize now that I’ll always be right.” I smirk at him. He chuckles at my remark, and his lips again meet mine. We stay like that, lips caressing, bodies touching, and hands roaming for a while. It’s relaxing and passionate.

Breaking away from him, I hold the side of his face, “I love you, John. I’m here for you.”

“I love you too, Birdie.”

His hand lands on my stomach, and right then, our son chooses to make himself known. John adjusts himself so he can kiss my stomach and starts singing I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden. As I listen to him, I can only think about how, while yes, the outside world is fucking awful, but this right there? This is perfect.

Thirty Three

Aletta

My mother is a lot of things. Strong, fierce, determined, and loving just to name a few. One of the things I admire about her is how she doesn’t let anything derail her. She’s a woman on a mission—she can get anything done with military precision and efficiency. She’s done so time and time again and when the world came crumbling down around us, she became the matriarch the family needed.

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