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clit, finding it through the folds and crushing it harshly. “Yes!” she cried and he circled harder. He brought his lips to her pussy, sucking the opening while he tortured the clit.
    Jenny panted, her eyes widening in excruciating longing as the waves came within her grasp and disappeared. She wanted it. Quick. It was so close. “Yes, Coop! Yes!” she wheezed, swaying her hips, gyrating her thighs in time with his frenzied rubs. The tiny bump of her clit began to ache and burn and she screamed, her thighs clenching together as her orgasm burst riotously.
    Breathless, she fell onto the couch. Cooper abandoned her clit, his throat dry as he relished the cries of her nirvana. He slid his hand over her ass, over her thighs, and tugged at the PJ bottoms still rolled around her knees. She attempted to lift her head off the couch but he pushed it straight down fiercely, kneeling behind her, yanking his boxers down.
    Clasping her ass, he parted the cheeks and dragged his dick into her swollen, quivering warmth. Her insides were drenched in the seeping juices of her lust.
    “Jen?” He placed his elbows beside her and grasped both of her hands. She clutched at them quickly and winced as he slammed into her.
    “Aah!”
    “Does it still hurt?” he whispered in her hair and she nodded.
    “It
’
s too big for me. I told you,” she rasped as he thrust back and forth slowly, savoring the heat and the slippery tightness kneading his cock.
    “Shut up, Jenny!” He clenched his eyes shut and kissed her back, her neck, her nape. Whenever she said that, or anything regarding sex, Cooper couldn’t help but think that she was comparing him to Jason. It was stupid and irrational and very childish, but he couldn’t help it. “Babe,” he hissed while his cock gained speed, and his breath became
more
severe r . Jenny tensed her hips in place to meet his thrusts forcefully, and held his fingers in a vise-like grip. “I have to tell you something,” he murmured, fucking her harder, trying to dig through her and bury himself in her for eternity.
    My Jenny. Mine! My Jenny!
    I’m obsessing!
    He clenched his eyes shut and fought the overwhelming rage of possessiveness pouring through his bloodstream.
    “What?” She titled her back in an arc. His cock – every burrowing thrust of it – landed against her g-spot before sliding down the length of her passage. She was so close. She wheezed, her face wreathed in pain; agonizingly waiting for the moment she would erupt with bliss.
    “I love you!” he yelled aggressively and slammed his cock into her, hitting her sweet spot and giving her the final burst she was awaiting. She shuddered wildly, thrashing beneath him, her legs quaking and her toes tingling into tight curls as her pussy secreted a gush of quim.
    She surfaced from the physical ruckus and he jerked at the same instant, joining her in sweet release. She stayed where she was, kneeling on the rug, her breasts crushed against the seat of the couch. The PJ bottoms were still at her knees, rolled up, her upper body still fully clothed.
    Cooper always astounded her with his roughness and chaotic pace whenever he wanted to fuck. It was elating. Jenny was beginning to count on his spontaneity. When he tilted slightly and his softened cock slipped out of her, the arousal-fueled haze cleared.
    I love you.
    Did I dream it? She whirled around and glowered at him. He was watching her, and it seemed as if he was waiting…for something.
    No. It was no fucking dream. Cooper loves me!
    “Excuse me.” She hoisted herself onto trembling limbs and dragged her trousers up. Bolting to the bedroom like her life depended on it, she stood awkwardly in the center, wondering what in hell had just happened. And why she had run.
    She fled to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Her elbows on the sink, she thought madly.
    Do I love him? She stared at her reflection. I think I do. But am I thinking clearly? She hadn’t thought about it – about